The Lake1 min 246 1 min 246
It's funny how long it took me,
To let myself unravel.
Crawling through twenty years
Of this personal hell.
Now my hands are bloody
And my knees all bruised;
My body shook with silent sobs
As I stood by the lake to end it all.
I lived for those who didn't care
And turned my back to those who did .
Now it's too late to turn back time
And fix the past.
The lake was; still silent stone and calm
Unlike the battles I’d fought,
Waves of angst I'd felt,
Everyday in this miserable soul
I had made many attempts,
The scars on my wrist attest to that,
But somehow every time it was a fail.
So, after pills, rooftop and the blade.
I thought it'll be best to come to this lake.
All of my emotions just left me,
Battered and torn.
My thoughts racing louder
Due to the silence of this place.
I can hear the echo of my thoughts,
I wish to escape.
I found poetry as my sole getaway
To voice my cynical thoughts.
It portrays the emptiness of lost love,
The dying hope of a faithful lover.
A journey that began with flashes of thorns
Led me to burrows of roses instead.