Helping myself wiping my tears , and trying to escape my fears . See myself scared confused clone , delving deeper into something unknown . Nostalgia from another night of no sleep , symptoms of my illness still creep . Something growing in my head , feels like sound of the coming dead . Seems my poetry has got nervous breakdown , It can’t bear words any longer now . The fear and pain control my mind , Which intern leaves me blind . On the edge of becoming a schizophrenia girl , wondering who would reach out for this pearl . Waiting when the bridge will collapse , As heard it will bridge this lapse .
The skies smiled above, The moon peeped through the cracks, Clouds black than usual, A new life arrival waited, A pain so enormous, She bore it courageously, This life had to survive, This life wasn’t hers anymore, But every ones’
At the weekend she’ll go back again to walk barefoot on ferns and then through flickering green mosaics where sunlight never burns she’ll wander wisp tossed shadowed lanes of timeless peace rimmed hours where emerald rain drops sprinkle from sky
It helps me, In every moment I live. It helps me, In deadly sands, In burning sun, When I survive. And I know, I’m sure, I hope, it’ll help me, Throughout my life. B’cause it’s my nice friend. I think,