LONELY SOUL
I was sitting at the dark Alone No one was there except The four walls, The silence, The darkness and My exhausted soul Exhausted of crying, Exhausted of screaming, Exhausted of hurting myself anymore, There was a small hole in the window And only a few rays of moonlight was coming through it The light was as white as snow It was falling in the blue coloured walls And, it created a mesmerizing blue shade When I was searching around for something I found a knife lying there I don't know what the use of the knife at that moment So, I just kept it beside me Some old memories was coming on my mind Time spend with my friends,parents,relatives and so on Some are good Some are scary Some are frightening And some are very painful Suddenly, something flashed on my mind I just took the knife in my hand from my side AND Cut down my left wrist After few minutes, all turn to black in front of me ONLY BLACK After sometimes, I found myself to be light I just want to say something But, I was not able to Suddenly, my eyes got stucked on the white floor, I saw my body was lying at the floor, It was surrounded by red blood RED AS ROSE There was a different kind of silence which I have never experienced before Only a sound of howling winds was coming In the meanwhile, a question flashed on my mind THEN WHO AM I? Then I understood that it was not me, it was my soul standing there I just closed my eyes for few seconds thinking That there were no more responsibilities and obligations left in my life So, I just smiled And Left the place.... ........................................................
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STELLA RAYMOND
"It was surrounded by red blood RED AS ROSE" These words touched the core of my heart. Lovely poem
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HAZEL GRACE
@STELLA RAYMOND Thank u....😘
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