It is dynamically weak.
It has too much dramas.
The quarrels. The disagreements. The dissenting
voices.
There is a strong undercurrent of rebellion
Yet to surface
The water runs deep
The leaves linger in the air
An air of disharmony infuses the atmosphere
Unsure of
Who can be trusted
Where should be going
Most of all
The pains of Whys and Hows
Walking among the deads
Pounding heart
Holding the fears in hands
Heavy footsteps are so light
Where is the end of the road?
I need the light
Cast away the darkness
And also
Give warmth of comfort
A fine touch of my existence
Did you just shout out loud?
Your inner voice sounds weak
Take a peek
Everyone is louder than you
Hoping a knight riding a white horse to save you
From the cruelty of midnight
The ephemeral beauty
Is something artificially, perfect for you
Did you just say
“He who lives in hope, dies in despair”?
Without which
What else do you have?
What can you hold on to?
What are you?
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