Slowly...
this feeling of emptiness haunts me,
melting away what's been left by the days of juvenile wanderings...
I see myself as a juror in my own case,
convicting myself for everything that has happened in my damned life.
Most of the time, I feel my heart yearning for love...
yowling for freedom...
Wrath filled my soul; depression destroyed its scheme...
...I'm still in quest for repose...
Reason for writing:
inspired, i was not... i was more of suicidal, than inspired!
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