Melancholic bliss.

Confined in a prison floored

With shards of my dreams

With fears from what has been

What it is and what will be

Each day fed with morsels

Of empty promises

Stripping my soul of its spirit

A melancholic bliss it is

Of few like me

Who pen down their pains

And of many, those

Who smile away their screams

“Till death do us apart”

So you chose a slow painful one

Battering my soul,being and existence

And the world,silent as my screams

-RabiatuSaniB

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