Lost
Just like this thin air,
I'm fading away...
Just like it's dust particles,
My existence isn't acknowledged...
Thought about fine breeze,
All I encountered is a storm...
A whirlpool with time loop,
Going through same with no way out...
Will the sun ever shine?
Or is it just a myth covering a lie...
Will the brightness be too much?
Or just suffocating as now?
Copyright © Manogna Boppudi | Year Posted 2022
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