Left to bled

You struggle inside to wage a war,That never was yours to fight nor was it for anybody to get sour for. You don’t learn it though, nor do you even try,For it’s not easier to unlearn the imprint on heart even after numerous tries. Tough is the day, tougher gets the night,A face you want…

Over a Blank Page

When the days grew longer and the nights grew darker, She sat beside the unlit candle, to think and to question her gradual dismantle. What meant world to her, was lost somewhere. Somewhere in the dark among the lights, in the lights that shone so bright. If it were anything else, she would have coped…