how we give ourselves up to loneliness and desolation when all doors seem blocked. |
We run away from light, Shunning away , it's ruthless rays. Darkness being the place to hide, Merrily unleashes the deepest fright. Exposed , unarmed searching for the tunnel, Not knowing what lies at the other end. We enter, this place where we hide, It appears not cruel,but it demands. We mould ourselves as it reigns. We give in, never arguing it's governing pride. Then why is it, that we give in? never questioning. Is it for protection?..or to shield our shadows? It is not a happy place It has no one there. Many a times , our souls require a cover, Standing tall, it has always been there.. making sure not a tear misses out, locking every fear, transformed to ashes, Building up the hate, as it slowly , effortlessly Erases every streak of our existence. Over the years, yes, the struggle ends, Ending every pinch of trust as well. Closing all doors , to the light that shone At a time, so treacherous to recall , We think we are not scared anymore Then why is that we need a place to hide? Does it kill the pain?..or makes it bitter? We run away from light, Darkness being the place to hide. |