By Andrea A Sen
The mundane days that pass by without a stop
Thoughts that keep me up at night which make me tired by twilight
Consequences of the actions I never wished for
Turn my rare sweets moments into something sour
Into the perpetual abyss of loneliness and silence.
Chained by the habits that make my heart and mind sink
The never ending hopelessness still remains
That tears apart my peace and sanity from inside
Habits that shackle and made me what I never wanted to be
Crawling to run away from this bottomless pit.
The struggle to change, to be good from bad
To escape the torture of never being sincerely glad
A ray of hope to save myself from oblivion
As I cling to that string to pull me up from this grave
To attain the better version of myself from this day on
Hands filled with latent scars of my despicable actions
I cry out as I wrestle with my unnerving self
Tumbling on the way to reach a goal still far away
Temptation encircles me to revert back
But terrified and trembling I move forward.
Has helped me reached the realms of qualities
Concealed within myself, to understand and realize
To change mannerisms from bad to good
Is to give myself a push and clasp the thread of goodness.
By Andrea A Sen
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