Deserted

Lost in the darkness of the night,

Deserted in the crowd of my thoughts,

The words fall empty, and noiseless,

Breath loses its pace in this whirlpool.

Paths change tracks and crossroads fall often,

Not a reason left to move ahead,

Nor a drop to quench this thirst,

Worn in the scorching heat of words.

Mind seeks to be brimming full, while;

The heart needs a silent flow, outward.

Words are just a way, but destinations;

They are hazy, far away, and hard to reach.

Hope loses itself each time, lost in the chaos,

These paths will always remain the same,

To rise and pass this pain is to conquer;

The self within, to win, myself back.

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