loneliness has defined
this old soul.
Bittersweet melody
has tuned my way of
living.

I don't know how much
my heart could stand
the weight and wait
for that simple moment,
that single spark
to feel alive
and stop breathing
the ashen smog of reality.

She sits in a dark room,with all her pain inside,holding a half empty bottle of wine.

He never felt so helpless before
like he's feeling today
And when he just needed someone
to share his pain with
there's no one today

The life of him,
A saga of broken dreams.
The soul of him,
A shattered reflection .

His soul,lost in a misery.
Forced to a living,
that no one can understand.

He firmly believes in this quote-
"God help those
who help themselves"
So,
Again he tries,
to reach a mile,
With his broken legs.