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Apr 2018
Every evening around seven
I grow restless seeking for my haven
searching for a single beam to survive
A desperate attempt to dive

The crater that I had been filling the whole day
with egoes and ashes of my sweat
expands itself so big and deep
******* me into it to settle the debt
I just stand there breathing only half
the poltergeist inside allows no
air to pass
all I do is take this massive sighs
only way to end this is just let it go by

I go around the town
in a gait of a drunk clown
unprecedented steps
unprecedented goals
unprecedented plans
this unprecedented hole
Not a single soul I can trust
Nor can I let it go
I just feel so **** alone
for a moment wishing my heart to burst

Just when I feel I cannot take it anymore
and I get down to shut the door
the clock strikes nine
and I hear it so very loud
there goes away the scary black cloud
and I suddenly get all very fine.

If some one could explain me
this ridiculous pang
or else one of these day I will end this with a bang....

these ****** couple of hours...
Shobhit
Written by
Shobhit  23/M/Banaras
(23/M/Banaras)   
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