Saturday, November 21, 2020

Drained

 



Today, she is back to her old self

Bedridden and lost

Her body again started

Acting weird

Dark shadows dance

Infront of her eyes

And she finds no way

To escape from the darkness

Sometimes she feels

She is nearing the end

Yes, there are days

When she feels she is on cloud nine

But, those are very few

Most of the days are

Enveloped in gloomy thoughts


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