ME IN ME
Upon the misty mystery
With growing attitude that’s
hysteric
Whisk of black wind muffled
The glory of joy so mild
Upon the cracks am I
Supposed to feel high?
After walking for a while
I grew so fragile
Hopeless footprints left for
miles
Turn out the reason
For misfortune that piles
Whether close or open
The world showed no difference
All so dark
Perfectly with no spark
Armed the mind to be rifled
Turning the spirit holy wild
Upon the deaths pallor
I stick to it as squalor
Pleading to be an offering
With heart and soul flickering
Before my last chance of air
I took to gaze my blowing hair
Something made me curve up
And the demon said ‘you seem to
be guiled’
Giving myself a thumbs up
I said ‘nothing much I just
smiled’
Within no time he vanished
And my spirit sprouted sprite
embellished..
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