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Delusion is dying...

Self created mess,
Who will help?

The souls I bruised
Mourning for peace,

Can’t live in pieces,
Give me the whole..

I am sorry, I am mean…
I am the worst,
Don’t know why
Abusing self is a relief,

What I fear most is always in abundance,
What I relish stays for instance...

Night comes with a hope,
Few hours of motionless thoughts,

Day dawns with the ordeal,
Of living the hours ahead ..
Till its night again…

No more tears,
But immense pain,
Not of being hurt,
But for spoiling you,

Forgive me if you can,
I’ll pray till my eyes are open,
And cherish hope till its night again..

Feel helpless,
In utter chaos,
Love is the nastiest delusion,
Your absence, fatal seclusion..

I can feel the pain in your heart,
The prickle of being ditched..
By someone, you gave the whole lot
Forgot everything & shed the knot..

Help me God..
Help me get out of this muddle..
I’ll shun what may make me squirm,
Hold me in this fuddle………..

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