Expected to clarify and cry,
While the mirror won’t even try...
To turn around and look inside the hollow,
But will reflect this dark hollow infinitely ...
The strum on a silent string echoes out through emptiness ,
Leaving no other option but to possess
The long lived hollow of distress...
The loudness in silence finds its solace
And Inwardly screams grows so profound
That the one’s being won’t be found !!
There won’t be anymore enlightenment around ,
Buried will be the words 6 feet underground ...
No more screams no more sound,
The one’s being won’t ever be found !!
Let the breathing intentions be smothered deep inside,
To Nurture the hymns of pretentiousness ...
No one cares to dig-in deep,
And find the purpose for the doings the ture one keeps...
