Life
I wanna fly, but my wings are broken
Weight of my thoughts tie me down.
There is no way to hide, and no escape.
There is a mountain, I need to climb.
.
But its shadow is drowning me
It holds the answers, and the peace of my mind.
But my strength has deserted me.
Now the clouds are moving in and I am suffocating.
.
If time is all we have,
I want to spend it right.
Give me a hole to fall through
And a hidden trampoline to fly.
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If there is only one life,
Why are we killing it?
There is nothing more I can do.
.
Why are we so weak?
Why are we so lonely?
Why are we marking our ways to darkness?
The end of ‘me’ is coming near.
.
I am starting to see this world
In the right light.
Yet it still gets darker.
I am just a drop of paint flowing backwards.
.
Through the river of colors,
Waiting for a painter to interfere,
To decorate me on the walls,
And get me succeeded by the other layer.
Written by Shahid Bashir Mir To submit your work, click HERE
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