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Poetry

Ways

Misaal D'souza

The words I can't describe
Are the words I feel
Living through them now
I don't know what they would mean
I'm like a story washed in mystery
Wishing to see the end under the sun
But the colors take the form of the night sky
I wait in hopes they would take yellow too
As the darkness crawls by

It's been years since I've truly felt alive
Something is missing for which/whom I cry
I want to feel free again
Because I got lost in this crowd
Of wanting things and fighting everyday
For something that didn't feel like my own anyway

Tears dry every now and then
A new light shines after them
Showing me the path to the road not taken
I walk through them under the warm sun
Realizing I was supposed to take this way long ago
As regrets and mistakes pop out like toasts
I have no option but to swallow them
Doing things I wouldn't do otherwise
Hoping to take me to a place
Where I would finally feel sufficed

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