Posted in Literary Pieces, Poems

A Journey to Self


As I walk through the plains of pain
Tears were forming, dropping as rain
Then, I heard an endless weeping
Of a man who sounds like sobbing

The scene made me very breathless
As I see him helpless, clueless
With the symphonies of sadness
In the dark world of nothingness

In his music, notes were his cries
Sobbing sadly his sweet goodbyes
I went near him, and I was shocked
The man was me, and I was locked



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