Something is bothering
know not what;
Well aware,
I come alone,
Shall go alone.
Is it loneliness,
popping its head,
dipping its fangs,
Into my existence?
Something in the air;
Know not what?
Pensive and dark,
overshadowed,
eating me out,
which I so resent.
Something within
feels hassled;
wants to break shackles,
Crying aloud...
Let me be,
In the world of my own;
Where hope brings a new dawn;
And sunshine a new warmth.
Kiren Babal
18.11.2013
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