One Winter Evening : DeodarOnline

 I was tired of rising up in tears, 

I can’t put to bed, these fears. 

New to this grief, unexplained, 

Not a stranger to heartache and pain. 

Fire inside me is burning me alive, 

I fathom to let it burn than to leave and let it die. 

Am I a silhouette, asking every now and then, 

Will it be over? Will I ever feel better again?

A silhouette, hunting lost treasures on my own, 

The more I try, the more I'm alone.

So, I watch the winter sun to lead me home,

So sick of the past, trapped in my scone.

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