All Alone I Walk

All alone I walk in the dungeons
carved inside my mind by misery,
and trails of dried tears run deep,
leaving behind the sultry nights, thinking!

Craving the deceptive self to ignore desolation,
I wander in the deserts where mystery fills the cup.
Long walk on the warm sand withered the ego
and I nurtured the nature in me.

Gruesome creatures strive to come out, insidious!
I carefully hold on to that distant humming of life,
only tuned in with the help of a mystical being
that has the touch and make-up of the Creator!

Like the abandoned walls of the fortress,
I lay in the middle of the night, wide awake!
Thinking sleep will overcome my distress,
sang a lullaby inspired by my fate.

Wanting to walk another lonely mile
I drank until I am no more in pain.
But the dungeons are there forever
‘Cause I belong there and it belongs to me!

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if you and I were walking on a beach, you may prefer being mesmerized by the horizon while I choose to inspect introspectively the foot trails I leave behind!
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