A Freed Tortured SoulA Poem by SinduSome change for better but missed by others..
Humming a ghost tune,
melancholy notes not unknown; crying in a fervor, lungs ruptured from terror from failures of lost past, demented intrusions make it last; ''never to reborn; nor to live'' said those 'loved'; way to 'forgive' this fragment of a whole, a living tortured soul. Why, my heart still pulsates, if life's reason negates and ululates? Reflection cast from deflected dimension cries up for the essence hidden deep within my presence; refects my spirit like burning blooms, rise.. rise.. arise.. adorning glowing plume. Same old me wearing a new gleam; worry not if I smile bright, and Aim for new unfurling heights Loved ones, ain't you wished for similar seams to weave my existence's riven streams? why, then try to retract me? I finally can breath.. can see.. Blame not for this alteration Pity you take it; an aberration. Here, I break free to a new goal I, a freed tortured soul.
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StatsAuthorSinduIndiaAboutA silent observer, goof, crazy, imagination overload. Writing is essentially putting a part of me on to a paper. All of it. Ugly, sad, dark. Happy, cheeky, beautiful. All of those words I deeme.. more..Writing
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