Into the dark

As sorrow becomes companion rather than a nemesis,

I live in the tranquility of solitude,

For some I am lost, for others I am dead,

In seclusion I continue to fight this never ending scrimmage,

As mind ruptures through what I have lost,

As woes continue to haunt my soul,

The piquant pain has become my only friend,

As I long to live in the somber dome, 

The soul disguises behind the broody concern of making a comeback,

But somewhere dying flame of hope continues to fight against the nemesis of odds,

May be warrior in me has not given up fully yet.

Flogged in the crutches I dream to wander in the open sky.