Sans Retreat You go

wrote it long back just discovered it in my diary

I close my eyes

And I’m in the woods

There are paths that are lit like déjà vu

And there’s one that’s dark

But you know it’s true

You hate at heart;

You still go through.

The lights are few and none are friends

You want to retreat

But none that’s left.

And you walk through with salty thoughts

There’s a cold that creeps;

Yet none to retrieve

You know demise leads the end

You look up to entreat but too late to fight.

On your knees, you bend and pray,

To roll back time and make you gay

On your head you lie and sleep

To dream and wake

And walk just breathe


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