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Alone


Skills will falters 
The front is back 
The back is gone
Hour after hour 
Day by day 
We cross junctions
wondering thoughtlessly 
Wandering haplessly 
Trying to fill my lines
Dying just to free my life 
from being lost
inside my own reality 
My day is night 
And my night is dread
Pacing to then fro
Opening endless windows 
Wafting in the wind
 In many directions but one
Indulging the peeping sun
Trying to fill in the light
To filter out this lifeless night

Copyright © | Year Posted 2019




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