I’m a lonely wanderlust,
With shattered incarnation.
The tenebrosity is my path,
Where the pandemonium in my psyche,
Hasten in search of seclusion.
I leave my place for an aimless destination,
Searching for him in my perception.
I have been to the petrifying forest,
Through the despondent railway tracks.
I wonder where my wanderlust,
Will lead me down to the line.
With my aching heart,
I hasten in search of seclusion.
©naaznayim
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