Another day passes by,
But I am no closer to the truth...
I can see my past,
In front of my eyes,
On the white screen,
In the dark room,
But I can only let out a cry,
And feel the tears fall.
As the nightmares become real again
Are you not brave enough?
Asks the voice in my head.
For the hundredth time.
- It is now a whisper
It is tired,
I am tired,
So soon,
We both sit quietly.
I, on the uncomfortable chair
While “it” rests in the dark corners of my wrinkled mind!
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Rachna
Member Since: 13 Aug, 2015
Rachna grew up in the picturesque town of Siliguri. This little haven that is surrounded by mountains and tea gardens provided her the inspiration to write poems and stories. When she was not studying, helping her mother with her chores and reading b...
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