My signature
A moth among the butterflies
spreading powder, deep into slumber
forming patterns in the dark
a tempo much estranged
A sea of emotions
left untended for torrents
and thundering blows of lightning
to bring forth a resistance
against my own dark notions
Left to indulge in the wreckage
inside a landmark of dilapidation
i seek the truth for a freedom
from all this sadness, terror and despair
Looking for a light
one that i choose of a willing heart
one that will give me all
and i would give all as well
awaiting for the moment, forever
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