I Left A Way | Poem

Sometimes,

I forget my dark soul,

I walk towards lighting to see,

I’m not blind though I don’t see.

Sometimes,

I sleep in fears of confined,

And, the darkest hour of pains.

Sometimes,

Your touch is the cure,

Your voice is the way.

Always,

I am stealing darkness,

From the world I destined to suffer.

©Suraj Jangid

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