How could I think,
That life was a shade of pink?
Sometimes clear , sometimes blur.
It's a myriad of color.
Too much thinking, too many choices
Too much drowning, too many voices
Who to follow? Who to reject?
I was stuck and couldn't interject.
Once a blooming flower,
Now under evil spell I cower.
Trying to fit in,
I jumped in my doom's pit.
It wasn't just one incident, too many followed.
But my reactions were too hollowed.
Others face much more , but this was too much for me.
I lost myself to the demon in me.
My ashes draw me close, demanding a reprisal.
How can I tell , that my lunacy was the causation.
What remittance can I get for my delusion?
But wasn't I guileless , couldn't the blow be trivial?
Was this the only way to give me value and fame.
You taught me wicked ways of reign.
But should have also taught me how to get back up.
Five years of youth offered to rise up.
I learnt the way of life , but the oblation was big.
My heart doused in this futile dig.
My innocence on the counterpoise.
Yes I lost my morals in too much noise.
But if cracks can be healed with Kintsugi.
Couldn't I melt my remains and create a new me?
Too many versions created, too many we bury.
A phoenix has risen that the ashes carry.
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From my Heart's Attic
Poetry'From my Heart's Attic' is an ad-lib, a collection of poems. "Poetry is far vital a truth than history." Created in the spur of the moment, these poems are just randomly spewed thoughts , emotions and feelings I wrote with my heart's initiative. ...
