A Way – Out
After A Heartache, He Ran So Fast,
Pondering The Silence With A Disgusting Contrast.
He Laughed A Cry,
He Cried: A Joke,
Drowning In The Terrible Beauty,
Of What The Demons Spoke.
Be It So, Then The Voices Answered,
Reclaiming The Faults To Be,
Of His Own Actions, His Own Words.
Then He Slowed Down Everywhere,
As He Kept Trudging In Search Of Another Air,
So He Walked By The Broken Sun & The Melted Stars,
As They Softly Flashes In Vein – The Helpless Scars.
Suddenly He Realised,
He Fell Because He Ran With Unheeled Wounds,
Suddenly He Realised,
He Walked Into A Character Which Ends So Soon.
So He Sat Down Beneth A Lamplight,
As His Sorrows Sung Their Own Song,
So He Looses Himself To Darkness So Bright,
Where Once’ Even The Devils Morned.
This poem was written/submitted by AAkash Gupta.