Monday, November 1, 2010

Trapped with but encircling gloom
Voice caught, no shout to cry,
Every last ray seems to want to run
Away, oh so fast they fly!
Arms flail about in desperate need
To find that hand to pull through
The mind plays tricks and so you hope
That some shadow of the past will show
Yet time ticks by and the darkness grows
Even the mind numbs as truth prevails
Arms fall back and shoulders sag
And you prepare to journey on the next trail
But before you set foot on paths anew
You vow to quell all hope in you
For it is that which lead you here
And blinded you with things seeming dear


1 comment:

Dham said...

wow despair and hope, well done the States will make a poet out of you yet. I am good and back in Mumbai in a steady stable 9:30 to 6:30 job, making my amma and appa proud you see.........