My mind,
is blank like an empty white sheet,
feels like its gone crazy,
has a storm brewing in.
My life,
is like the dry autumn leaf,
attractive outside but dying within,
covered in shades of red.
My heart,
no longer wishes to look ahead,
is blank like an empty white sheet,
feels like its gone crazy,
has a storm brewing in.
My life,
is like the dry autumn leaf,
attractive outside but dying within,
covered in shades of red.
My heart,
no longer wishes to look ahead,
feels hollow and dead,
lies slain and is bleeding red.
(c) Archana Bora
lies slain and is bleeding red.
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