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Sharique Jamal

Tragedy

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Sharique Jamal

Tragedy

The Interlude

The Interlude

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The Interlude....

My shadow hides from me,

Memories wears an apologetic look,

Dreams are crawling beneath my bed,

When did my life change, totally?

I brush away my memories,

With my swish of tail,

Divided I now stand,

Between two halves of pauses.

The first part of my movie,

Was full of light and bereft of any grief,

While when second one came stumbling,

With a knife to stab me with,

Scarce cared I, for blood had already 

Drained from my flesh,

And a fog of darkness gripped me.

What more do you want Lord,

My soul is already wandering in the wo

ods,

A zombie life I lead,

Trying to make semblance of

Normalcy from insanity,

Which often overwhelms me,

The path untrodden I have now taken,

Even though it bruises my sole,

Still I stand before thee,

To know the answer to my life.

The Interlude will now be shattered,

How long can I live in a dual state,

My body is ripped in two,

But now a coldness engulfs me,

And I see my broken shell,

As I emerge as a butterfly from a moth,

To an eternal rapture, 

Sailing with waves and singing amongst

Lofty trees,

The storm has passed and so have I.


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