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Thursday, November 23, 2017

Morose Soul

Parch lips solemnly praying for the upliftment
Sullen for years, unloved and distressed
Wondering spirit tryin' to find refuge
In this realm fraught with judgment

Wandering to unknown chaotic places
Searching for a purpose, looking for a cure
Sleepless seek, no wonder I'm so lost
Felt a hundred years of excruciating sorrow

Seems like no one can quench this thirsty soul
Even Gods can't help me from this morose
For thyself is stubborn in altering the paradigm
Of this endless, melancholic thoughts

Kept my mind incarcerated for years
Isolated from the noises of this society
Afraid of trusting people again
An ill-tempered heart so broken and pale

Even myself can't decipher the wants
For now, let me dwell with my own demons
Indulge in the morbidity of thy soul
Weary as I am, I need to lay down now

In this bed where comfort can be only found.
The darkness has prevailed within thyself
Slowly drowning in this sadness
Let me sleep deeply and get away from reality.

Photo by Genessa Panainte on Unsplash

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