Blood shot eyes and sleepless nights;
am crawling back to loneliness,
in those dark streets of memories;
choosing to dump myself in silence,
where I go numb or feel less;
and figure out this enigmatic sadness.

Yearning resides in the darkest corner;
empty spaces haunt me to the core,
as it yawns in the middle of night;
and echoes loud at my door,
it absorbs me like a demon came alive;
leaves me paralysed yet unsure.

All alone, on my own;
with my shadow walking by my side,
isolated thinking filling up my mind;
I reveal my scars; don’t wanna hide,
yeah they are somewhere still alive;
they are deep, hidden inside.

Yearning resides in the darkest corner;
empty spaces haunt me to the core,
as it yawns in the middle of night;
and echoes loud at my door,
it absorbs me like a demon came alive;
leaves me paralyzed yet unsure.

© Shreya ♥