Am back..
seeing the same things..
the same things that
changed.
I believed, I had a new
heart,
a new eyes..
and thought this new me
could speak
speak of every logic it
could gather.
But today, I realise,
it was all the same after
all.
I felt,
Comfort in the beginning,
anger later,
now lost...
Lost among the tantrums
that I threw in,
anger of knowing and not
doing
comfort.. a snare in
disguise
snaking in slowly..
It doesn’t hurt,
only if I pull it too hard
but I am tugging,
and it tightens.
In the end I am sure I will
know
the fool in me
laughing, the snare would
recoil,
its wise eyes amused
seeing my lost battle.
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