Nothing achieved, though a lot you tried
Each door you opened, said: Access denied,
Tired from the running 'for and from life'
You are buried under your falling pride.
Ray of hope is seen, amidst a fading sight
This might be the end of this scary night,
But as you crawl closer, you realize:
Combat is not ending until your last fight.
Now that you've given up on hopes
Lost in the darkness, in search of light,
Life wakes you up from the ashes and says
'Get up, till now i was only being polite!'
May 20, 2018
May 20, 2018 at 4:08 PM UTC
Nothing achieved, though a lot you tried
Each door you opened, said: Access denied,
Tired from the running 'for and from life'
You are buried under your falling pride.
Ray of hope is seen, amidst a fading sight
This might be the end of this scary night,
But as you crawl closer, you realize:
Combat is not ending until your last fight.
Now that you've given up on hopes
Lost in the darkness, in search of light,
Life wakes you up from the ashes and says
'Get up, till now i was only being polite!'
In the process of learning how to live, negative thoughts often cross the mind.
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