Now That You Are Not There

Now That You Are Not There short poem

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The growing insecurity ,
Increasing perplexity ,
The constant fear ,
With all those glares,
The lost equilibrium ,of a balanced mind,
Was it how this was destined?

A bygone en-tropic side ,
With redundant mind ,
A Frivolous mannequin,
Staring unreasonably with dismay.
Now that you are no more there.

Once an accomplished writer ,
Words, the pearls extracted from the shells,
Filled life with beautiful pages ,
Ditch nowadays for sentence completion,
The blank sheets cry at my failure,
For unsuccessful attempted trail.
Now that you are not there.

They say grief is the best enzyme,
With pain of heart, Successful thought ,
Time is not far for you to outshine,
Why then its taking so much time?
This existence has become indifferently defined,
Now that you are not there.

Is it a pleasant deception
or the pen believed to be mightier than the sword ,
Has just lost its say ,
In this gloom of emotional disarray.

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