Feelings of depression, elation and norm,
Enclave the malignant world -
I seem to be incubated in.
Like the diminishing sparks of a fire display,
My mood flares into oblivion.
From up high among the songs of birds,
To the morbid depths of the satanic underworld;
My life experiences are revealed.
One mistake made followed by another and from that to many more
Before a glimpse of success
And that too a brief memory.
As the years roll by
Milestone after milestone pass … unfulfilled.
Whatever happiness stored in my spleen
Turns into dejection and loneliness
Catalysed by my own kin.
I wait now a spectator of my own misery
Waiting for the moment I shine in my glory.
Laughing at those who
Mocked me
Scorned me
Used me.
I wait patiently…
Wishing…
Wanting…
Watching the day progress.
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