Tired
How is it I feel?
Much activity on the surface
Emptiness inside
People talking in riddles
Why do you hide?
A long road ahead
But I am already tired
Stuck where you left me
Caught in time
My mind a storehouse
The past contained
Memories relived
Of what never happened
Hope without hope
Life a hypothesis
Heart ripped apart
But still beating
Mind in cobwebs
Insanity nay far
Floating in vacuum
Flesh and bones
All encompassing tiredness
I must flee to my Sabbath.
(Picture Courtesy: Google Images)
I must flee to my Sabbath.
(Picture Courtesy: Google Images)
no words.. beautifully written !
ReplyDeletenever expected this, after reading the post title i had some thoughts of something different.
WORDS PLAY...
-Dee..
thanks :)
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