Loosing my grounds,
slipping from the edge I go,
feeling like the clouds that floats in the sky,
pregnant with all sorts of thoughts,
all the;
what if?
but if?
may be I can't.
may be I can do it?
it probably won't work.
But just then,
these thoughts are useless,
I'm already encircled by towering walls.
There's probably no chance of getting out.
I'm all alone,
and there won't be any sound emanating,
even if these thoughts escape from my throat and tip off my tongue,
For there's no one here but me.
Doom I am among these walls,
that runs deep underground.
A dark, deep, empty and useless well it is.
Not a soul will look in its way.
Just as it is, in my pitiful life.
Oh, how I pray that god bless my soul.
©chandinie
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