Thunders and typhoons swirl within
me
As I glided in circles, for many,
many laps
Just to evade the chain strangling
my every limb
My every proof of sanity
Just to try escaping from your grasp
Which held this heart captive
Nothing could mend, a heart depleted
like ozone
Neither the bloom of a flower
Nor the downpour of rain
Nor the shower of orange leaves
Or the droplets of snow
You will always be the ruler of this
lonely kingdom
Which is my soul
But the throne has only the crown,
never the king
|December 2015|
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