Deep In The Blues

Deep In The Blues short poem

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Amidst the ups and downs of life
we are losing the core
Surrendering to gravity you are
falling till you are sore.

With my eyes buried down to earth,
I wish to see the sky.
With my hands shackled together,
I long to sculpt my hope.

After walking some distance alone,
I felt my wavering soul.
Like a person in a deserted road,
in a corner I am shivering cold.

Beneath the shame
I struggle to hide my face.
Behind my laughter
I always hide my shame.

Nobody knows,nobody tells.
But I know everyone pretends.

Slowly losing the hope
to reach the sky.
Setting free my dreams
in the blue sky.
Slowly growing numb
to all the smiles.
Drowning in the depth
of my lies.

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ammu sachariah

good one.


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