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Trapped

Curled tight in slumber
Wading in a pool of tears
The grey waters, solemn and lifeless
The clouds, grim and forlorn
To stop the sultry rays
From thawing the frozen happiness
To let the grief melt away
The burnt wax of twilight
The acrid stench of the teary midnight oil

My body like sloshed mushy noodles
Still struggling in the darkness of dusk
Thrown far away from daylight
Where dreams and fantasies dance merrily in your eyes
Than being shattered into a million fragments
Wailing my lost victory and purpose

The swirling colours, like my fragrant dreams
Dancing and flowing in the skies
Slowly melt and burn in acid
In the scalding heat of the sun 

The soaked pillow
Hugging several sorrowful oceans of yesterday
The salty stench of my past
A fresh pang of agony and guilt
Swirling in my stomach and intestines

Where I yearned to walk my dreams
Yet the bridge between remained broken

The crashing cymbals in my eardrums
Painfully tearing through my ears
Like the thunder of my wishes in my heart
Yearning to blossom someday
Like the thump of every helpless tear,
Lifeless, like cold dew
Like the painful throb of blood in my veins
Yet, all in the thick silence.

Why am I melting?
The Sun?
No, the flame of fury in my tears
Scorching my cheeks
The salt of sorrow stinging my wounds
My parched veins, tired of life
The chill blood, curdled in anxiety
Now not contained in my body
But creeping on the cold floor
Slowly draining the heat, the painful agony
And, let my tired eyelids
Hush and soothe the flame
To let the lullaby ripple across time

Once and for all.


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