Well these youth days of mine,
I am not fine, despite away from wine.
It's not that I am caged or I did crime,
But all my paged are in grime.
Its not that I have any illness,
It feel like dark in my own deepness.
Though Very far away is my wellness,
Still my heart beat for some kindness.
Hostile state is my mind today,
Futile, insanity is my everyday.
Maybe, I will smile again oneday,
The sun might shine again someday.
They says time is a teacher, yes it's true,
Dark is my hue and I don't have a cue.
Well, I am noting down these words,
Maybe, these were destined to be here.
I hope these words will help me cure,
In this time of my despair and unsure.
Life is a gift that we must aware,
I won't drift away thats all I swear.
©damrick
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