It was a dark night when tragedy struck,
It was dark when my destiny ran out of luck.
It was so dark when my phone rang,
It had spread the darkness forever with that bang.
In the loneliness of the night I wept,
Trying hard to pretend that I had slept.
The desire to be happy had been swept,
But there were many promises to be kept.
In that moment of destiny’s ire,
I knew I had lost my desire.
In me, it had killed all the fire,
I realized my freedom was only as wide as a wire.
Why was I being punished for someone else’s mistake?
Was it somewhere my fault, or only my fate?
Now any moment of happiness would come very late,
But I shall only wait a very long wait!
The wounds deep within me, have not healed with time,
I still hold many a feelings sublime.
Those days of yore, my moments I sometimes try to mime,
Thinking, would these wounds ever heal with time?
Comments
Post a Comment