Ruin.
Notice in case you fall
into the enticing hands of ruin
she moans, gives a shrilling cry
of yearning and misuse
Attracted to her guaranteed turns
you look for the need that she can give
you grin, tipsy in desire
dreaming that you have won
Caught in her penetrating warmth
you fit and puff to torque free
a triumph, we celebrate when you do
in any case, bits of you stay, draining and torn
Lost in the strength of spirits and wines
you endlessly long to feel divine
miserable sad pieces leave away
Once more as you invite her hug,
Prisoned
Continuously knew about stories
Watched motion pictures
Felt frustrated about the people in question
Not the torment
Couldn't anticipate what's to come
Numerous speculations were told
Some said its a type of discipline ordinarily
Others said its the manner by which you wear and act
Some discussed God making a declaration
What's more, numerous others appalling remarks
Not even one of them felt right
Time elapsed
Nature picked me as a casualty
Couldn't track down the words to make sense of
Was lost in attempt at finger pointing as time elapsed by
Fabricated a little house in my sub-conscience
Where I housed the recollections
Not in any event, for me to contact
Presently I've developed to acknowledge my inclination
Meeting various individuals
Individuals of my sort
Who likewise constructed their homes
Living behind the shadows of nature
Having a little circle of all things considered one
Who know their sadness
Presently am left with many inquiries
Feeling powerless and unprotected
Needing to connect
Be that as it may, how might you
At the point when you haven't as yet even mended
Can't not do anything without re-thinking
©Lepasha 2022
Light in the haziness ?
My head gets dubious of everything,
That I don't have the foggiest idea what I'm feeling,
Be that as it may, it's only temporarily
It will endorse sometime in the future,
Without offering meaning.
Some time or another you could procure joy in your life,
A few days ago you uncover that joy remodeled by pity.
I feel like in the obscurity that bitterness made,
There is a paltry light that will usher you to your destiny.
Life is a theater and everybody has a section to play.
We as a whole are hanging around on purpose,
Yet, what number of us know this?
The person who fiddles well will be picked by the chief.
Globe is the chief that shows you how to prod.
Most importantly, we should find out about how to persevere,
The haziness of our lives through that delicate light.
Furthermore, satisfy our thought processes of presence.
@Biflina
©thatshadowriter
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