There is no sight of relief,
The wounds cut deep,
The moments get dark,
As the dogs around me bark.
People love to play with patience,
Never caring, within it creates nuisance.
Some claim they feel the pains,
Their sense of feelings, sometimes just drains.
Few seem understanding
Bonds, with no withstanding.
Every storm now gets closer,
Chances of escape getting narrower.
Troubles keep kicking peace of mind,
I can’t find a friend to bind.
Agony increases, pain intensifies,
I doubt if anyone hears my silent cries.
It has been my fault somewhere,
I lost it bothering too much for care.
To few, I can now be near,
For every known person, I’ll have some fear.
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