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Yashaswi Bundela Nov 2018
If I dare to stay
Will it be the same?
A silhouette on the way out,
or the way in,
The same old game?

Knives scratch me from within
Whenever you make promises
Knowing you seldom keep them
I am reminded of all my losses.

They were quite eye-opening,
I admit.
Became disillusioned,
Only took a blink.

Like the desert starting to dampen
And the crows singing.
It's never supposed to happen
But honey, even we were breaking.

This still doesn't make sense
Many things left unsaid.
But I should stay quiet
Try to find what they are instead.

Like a fog suddenly lifted,
Clarity to me is gifted.
And Taking a leap of faith I say
Let's forget the days that were gray.

But something good comes out of them,
Now and then.
And things will never be the same again.

— The End —