Forlorn

Poem : Rain

"Cold breeze, Thundering clouds

A perfect space for fostering doubts

The rain is a blessing and a curse

For now is when the voices coerce...

Seldom are they trying to see

The man who you are aspiring to be

For the voices echo what you try to hide

While the storm mirrors the one inside...

The wind carries your mind astray

The sky coloured a dull gray

In this world of black and white

Don't walk without your light...

For it is your light which can guide you still

Its warmth keeping away the midnight chill...

Hone your body and please your mind

Use your light and don't be blind....."

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Poem : Echoes

"I lay still staring into the horizon,

The winter air was just setting in,

The animals were gathering their kin,

Passing my time at nature's inn...

Such weather often weighs on you,

Trying to grasp at life's clue,

Makes one think of life,

To find some order in this miserable strife....

It's no wonder then , I prefer this mountain air

Trying to avert the oncoming despair.....

To think is to be and is to be is a crime

Such is what it feels like to live a life like mine,

I am no saint, no Samaritan true,

But what sins have I committed to be marked as taboo...

I am but a reflection of society's grace,

The one promising of a tender embrace,

But the reality is quite depraved

I am an echo, a husk, a slave....  "

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Poem : Crowd of one

"I hate the crowd,

I hate the voices screaming loud,

I hate the noise, the clatter abound,

Drowning me in a wretched sound.....

Give me the quiet of the night,

Give me my moment of respite

Give me a shot at light

Let me my life rewrite.....

Cursed am I or is my life a curse

The cackling within is becoming worse,

I am not sick, I refuse to be

Something I hate dwells with me...

For a man who hates the crowd

His hubris has led to him being enshroud

Whilst the fog has hidden him from stares

The eyes within, mock him with glares

Blessed with the company of one,

Why does it feel that the shows begun

Forced to perform for others delight

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Writing Credit : @ Theodore-Gray3