I wish I could break the chains and flee,
Away from despondency and desolation,
The turmoil inside brimming up,
and i am flinching with the darkening sight..
Tears on the verge of betrayal,
Is it delirium or paroxysm?!
I am sinking down and down
Deep into the gravely silence..
a few hours before the clouds clear
ReplyDeleteand sky turn blue