Dust of memories lay on my mind
They grow only to be abandoned again
a failed attempt, in contempt
I try again
The line of events seem surreal
the residue of my imagination
Faded yet vivid, they cease to leave me ever
The constant fight to stay solitary
Adrift, Away, Alone
Yet they peep and crawl and come
into my world of incompleteness
A Game of Yes and No
they play with me
I seldom win, they conquer me
I Still start anew
Dusting Off the left overs
the bitterness, the festering of rancour
the randomness, the longing and nothingness
I empty myself
to be filled again
and again and again...
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