By: Tehniat Fatima Ahmed
What gives life reason
Can also mold it into treason
Thy gives life color
Yet, shall make it duller
Thy can scatter or fill
Or flatter or kill
One might lose thy
But thy never loses one
It bounds you through chains
And purifies you with rain
It inflicts heart-aching regret
Strengths you to face depth
It causes you to crumble
Sculpting you into thunder
Give up on it
But, it will never give up on you
To restrict with strains
Or to erode, dancing with pain
Creating bubbles of euphoria
Can flip into dimensions of Disturbia
Alas, it contains vastly
Yet, diminishes drastically
It is thy
Thy is Love.
Life is a never-ending swirl of tunnels leading you through pain, agony, joy, anger, hurt, shock, euphoria, disappointment, and challenges simultaneously. For those who let music lull their soul. Their heartbeats along with the beat. Life can seem like a maze, confusion overtakes one and the next step is that one gets scattered by the sensation of feeling utterly lost. One constantly coaxes himself that nothing stays the same but darkness crawls in him. Tired of crying, whining, and complaining, he grows accustomed to the darkness. Running aimlessly, he goes back and forth, here and there, losing purpose along the way. He starts vanishing, letting others speak for him, allowing his emotions to sink and rot. Occasionally, when he fools around, people assume that something is very wrong with him, but they don’t know.
They don’t know that he is trying to save himself, rescues his soul from free-falling into oblivion, not having a base to land on. He wishes he had a hand to caress his cheek whenever he was upset. To carry his burdens like they genuinely cared. To kiss his tears dry, to lend him a shoulder whenever he was down. But in the end, it’s essential to remember that all the support and help leaves, it’s only you. You’re the only one who will have to endure the *hurt*. But in the end, it’s essential to remember that all the support and help leaves, it’s only you. You’re the only one who will have to endure the *hurt*. You may think you’re loved and maybe that is the case, but the finale hits you like a truck, scattering you into a million unfixable pieces. And that is how you fade, after being told that you are loved and special, your loneliness and singularity is the element that destroys you. Those who made you, finish you.
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