Broken short poem

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I remember a life, long time ago when I had everything
When I could buy all my desire, just by a single blink.

That was reality until I lost everything in wrath of time
I saw all my pride and joy to burn and sublime.

Now, I feel alone, broken and shattered into pieces
Feels like end of world, all happiness start to ceases.

All my close one left me to suffer and struggle
I can’t move anymore, feels like trapped in bubble.

The more I try to come out, more my prison contracts
I am losing myself in dark and feeling unable to escape.

I want someone to come close and plan for my redemption
I have changed myself for worse, after darkness consumption.

Feeling of failure made me tired and anyhow I need light
I need a support to burn my anger and misery with delight.

I have a dream of walking someone always by my side
When I will not be alone and live my life with pride.

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I am an undergraduate student pursuing B. Tech. I love coding, playing table tennis and writing poems. I am a dreamer and wish to cover up all the feelings and write it down, no matter others will like it or not. I want to do it for myself.
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