Something Inside


In the darks of night i wonder
Why is my soul going deep in a ponder
The idleness of the nights makes it stronger

It seems to be a part of growing up
But feels wrong to be holding up
Writing out feels relaxing and bolding up

the darkness gets out thoughts as a thunder
Ends up as a tangled messy blunder
The confusion is more than math or a number

I find out strands like those of the loneliness i had
Some of them are dark embarassing and bad
Fortunately, Some make me feel glad

I realised that they were the strokes of the day
Piled up and kept like hay
To fly up in the sky clearing out their way

The dawn comes up like a newborn cattle
Shining above the dark like a torch on the castle
Indicating a new day's battle

Everyday i see a new day
Bringing out new sunshine's ray
Drying up more strands to pile up the hay

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