The Chance

The Chance short poem

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It was not a fleeing moment
Or a few hours by the clock
Not even an eventful day
There were weeks to contemplate
And months to weigh the ups & downs
Before the decision was taken

Tears were shed, emotions flowed
Words tumbled out, giving reasons
Sights dulled, lost all charm
Sounds flashed back into memories
Weather was the worst betrayer
Awakening sensory sensations

Life stumbled, groped around
And decided to slump back on its feet
Slowly stepping on the weeds of thoughts
Why did the Sun dazzle no more?
Or the Rains had no music?
Everything seemed stark and normal

The realization finally sunk in
Slowly blossoming into reality
The chance had gone. Forever perhaps.
Faded away in the daily slog
But then why when I wake up some mornings
The pillows are wet with regret?

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Preeti
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Written so well! Keep writing!

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