Dejected


In the darkness of the world,
I laid down the bed to sleep.
I wasn't crying,
But dying really deep.

Tears were rolling down the cheek,
To celebrate heart's bitter fleek.
Even knowing the truth,
It still travelled towards the soul, deep and deep.

The painful words, wanted to come out of the way.
But the muscles over there,
Had a plan to squeeze the tray.
So it decides to, do it only in that way.

It wasn't possible to shout out in crowd,
My neck was bleeding, when I tried, hard and loud.
But I didn't care as all I wanted,
Was a cup of darkness and too much of abandoned.

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