I had no other option but to run away,
For I was the one who lost her way.
I lost myself to the insensitive souls.
I lost myself to the halves and the wholes.
I lost my laugh to the ones I loved.
I lost my tears to my dear beloved.
I lost my sleep to the dream I carried.
I lost my senses to the secrets I buried.
But, there was something left behind,
Something left behind those losses.
That flame, that fire,
Which is at it's last breath,
And at times flickers and glosses.
It reminds of my first flight to dreams,
And reminds me of the joy and it's realm.
Though, the bliss is mortal.
And it takes away the chortle,
Out of thy lives,
Out of thy souls.
Nothing seems better but to die,
The truthful smile turns into a wry.
Those dreams are broken,
The reveries are shattered.
You are throttled, you're choking,
With an ugly grey, the beautiful canvas is splattered.
Remember, you're not alone,
You'll never be the only one,
I know the glee is gone,
Thus, this is my tribute to the broken ones....
