What Is Left Of Me? | Poem

When I close my eyes to this world,
What happens to senses I brag about,
Which person brings me back to the world,
When I am lost in pains I could not control,
You must know the pains I talk about,
Are you not the one staying along with pain?

I created you on nights & days of confinement,
Each word I write shapes another you,
Who are you anymore, Deathra?
Who is Shobo anymore, Liebe?
Who knows my death state, Wordsmith?

The facades I change for the world,
I am trying to burn everything to nothing,
What is left of me?
There is no past.
There will be no future.
There is a presence of emptiness.
The emptiness I embraced.

Unless my darkness again,
I want to live,
I desire to wait more,
I need to feel the fire I ignited in you.

Let’s sleep in arms of darkness,
So, we rise in lights of fire.

┬ęSuraj Jangid


Dark Humor Author | Poet | Creative Fountain | Borderline Personality | Proofreader | Content Writer | Automobile Lover | Found me at surajjangid.sam@gmail.com.

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