Waiting for it to melt or just crack.
When its broken into million pieces,
then you'll know why my life is a wreck.
Its a feeling of hatred,anger and sadness.
no one would understand.no one would care either.
It may seems like its over but then,it will start all over again.
Sometimes shame of past humiliation
Wrings the heart with hands inured to toil,
And once again some drops of unspent fury
Spill upon the dry and barren soil.
Joy requires one to be awake,
Adjusting the heart's ambiance to bright.
Some prefer the dark, as is their right,
On grounds of agony, and to forsake
Not only bliss, but all that's blessed by light.
*im a very
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