Lying on the bed
Thinking about the sharp bend
The life’s not going to be a perfect blend
The twists and turns leave me confused
As the thoughts hopelessly oscillate to discern the truth
The memories are flying high in the skies
The fallen faith is rising deep down within my mind
Hope is what I concede
And the fear is the one that impedes
Of all the roads that find their way
The best ones are with obstacles and fray
The nostalgia might help me get through this life
But it will be coupled with the pain and the cries.
The storm, I will ask to subside for sometime
Because I need some peace and tranquility tonight
A fight, a war, even if I win against this misery
The void and the pain will forever be engraved in me
Image by Lukas Baumert (user:Designer-Obst) from Pixabay
Synopsis: A short poem about nostalgia, thoughts, life, misery, and pain. It talks about good old times of a person that are shadowed by painful memories.
PENNED BY
AYUSH PANDYA
(AUTHOR – THE UNPRECEDENTED CULT)
