Me On Both Side Of The River

Me On Both Side Of The River long poem

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Everything seems to be silent but my ears not,
although world sleep but my mind’s not.

Memory once rejoiced like a sun’s heat now turns winter cold,
before isolation was a luxury to me but now it’s not.

What happens was for good I thought
but now I curse time for it changed my thoughts.
Was it a delusion or dream of false sense of good
that my love for anything turned to hatred for most.

Once happy to have mind of unending imagination
now I lay ruined for it never stoped.
I remember not when was honey turned to poison,
the person inside me killed by time
and demanded self hatred for ransom.

Everything seems to be silent but my ears not,
although world sleep but my mind’s not.

Memory once rejoiced like a sun’s heat now turns winter cold,
before isolation was a luxury to me but now it’s not.

Unable to run how helpless a snail might feel i think
just like a person feel helpless to run from self,
can’t run can’t hide can’t kill can’t spare
how does a man free itself from it’s own soul’s “Hatred Spear”.

Everyday I think I will overcome my summit
but everyday summit overcomes me,
with every passing day my strength trembles,
Like broken mirror i resemble.

Mind says give up but soul is not,
Eyes want to roll out tears but tears says not.
Lips mumble my despair but vocals stays inside and with time lips says not,

Everything seems to be silent but my ears not,
although world sleep but my mind’s not.

Memory once rejoiced like a sun’s heat now turns winter cold,
before isolation was a luxury to me but now it’s not.

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Like drop of a water I am, not know whether with stream or with rain I am, struggling to finding it out. Hope answer comes out before my time runs out.
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