Darkness cleaves at my blinding eyes,
my twisted soul no longer cries,
the rant of qualm still mocks at me,
I stumble in pieces of obscurity.
This sense of loss still lingers here,
I’m tortured by the gloom of fear,
no longer will I give in to pain,
the imp of hatred has been slain.
I have emerged from rancor and rue,
a rebirth of love to take me through,
Will you not come back to me,
or are we just not meant to be?
Am I still the reason same?
Am I still the one to blame?
If my ardor could lead to sorrow,
will I be the same tomorrow?
Through bedlam and through anguish too,
I would mend the acrimony in me and you,
This lurid dream of lonesomeness,
of bitterness and wretchedness.
I have emerged from rancor and rue,
a rebirth of love to take me through,
Will you not come back to me,
or are we just not meant to be?
my twisted soul no longer cries,
the rant of qualm still mocks at me,
I stumble in pieces of obscurity.
This sense of loss still lingers here,
I’m tortured by the gloom of fear,
no longer will I give in to pain,
the imp of hatred has been slain.
I have emerged from rancor and rue,
a rebirth of love to take me through,
Will you not come back to me,
or are we just not meant to be?
Am I still the reason same?
Am I still the one to blame?
If my ardor could lead to sorrow,
will I be the same tomorrow?
Through bedlam and through anguish too,
I would mend the acrimony in me and you,
This lurid dream of lonesomeness,
of bitterness and wretchedness.
I have emerged from rancor and rue,
a rebirth of love to take me through,
Will you not come back to me,
or are we just not meant to be?
have emerged from rancor and rue,
ReplyDeletea rebirth of love to take me through,
Will you not come back to me,
or are we just not meant to be?
very wel written!
The choice of words and amalgamation of feelings with them is awesome.
keep it up!
i'm reallly in awe with the way u write.. especiallyy all the emotions.. simply superb..
ReplyDelete'I’m tortured by the gloom of fear,'
ReplyDeletemaybe because I am afraid of the unknown these days.
'I have emerged from rancor and rue,
a rebirth of love to take me through, nice again!
nice one, not one of your bests though... but still a good read!