Friday 4 November 2011

the rotten wing

evrything numb.
people tumbling here n there..
disillusioned by fantasy..
cant face reality..

deep slumber..
a more numbber thought of myself i feel..
cant see how i will fly..
with the broken wing thereby,
into the vast sky of boundless,limitless opportunities...

the journey has been rough..
throughout making me tough.
i wonder will i be out there..with the broken wing thereby!!

everythin n evryone is vagues..
the rattling battle raging inside myself..
whether to breakout or makeout..

but the numbber sidde tells to leave evryone aside into their own demise..
writing to myself feels fuller,the loner streak getting bigger..
u have things to be happy about..i have none..
whether its past ..
present but future is unknown..