Outlook

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Awake through countless nights
staring at blank to catch your glimpse,
my eyes cried day long
with the passage of yet another.
 
Stoned they remained open,
hoping to soak your shadow dark;
searching through the misted void
of a tint that would have then painted my rainbow.
 
Gone as thou a wisp
or maybe a whisper unheard,
haunting the dirtiest grey
color of smoke is what they reflect.
 
My sight no longer holds your vision
charred are now the images within…
enough memories collected have I,
let my tears wash some away.

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Transition II

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It wasn’t a choice I was making
you forced it down my throat-
leaving me gagging for breath.
Silenced I was as though dead
my dignity was murdered.
I should have thrown up at you.
But now, the mess is on me.

I accept I was at fault.

Guitars won’t strum,
neither will the drums roll…
Life will crawl another mile.
Only when you view it from a distance,
you will witness the change of weather.

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• Transition I

Resume

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Stormed by the menace, 
dusted in time
bewildered, I croon your name.

A dew drop is all I need
to reflect the light in me-now lost.

Maybe when you touch my blade,
I’ll rustle along to hold the shape
before you break my twig apart.

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Frozen

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In the company of suspended time,
I watch the dripping rain
streaking the panes
determined to absolve the glass.

I’m trying hard
not to spill the truth.
But what is… I dare not tell.

Let cold spell rule-
how it seems after rains in spring.
Pain will throb till sanity can bear.
I feel at home in vacuum. 
Let me be.

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In the company of suspended time,
I watch the rain
streaking the panes
determined to absolve the glass.

I’m trying hard
not to break.
But why… I dare not say.

Let cold spell rule-
how it is after rains in spring.
Pain stabs till sanity bears.
I feel at home in vacuum. 
Let me be.

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