Down The Dark Lane

In the Darkness where I sit

Surrounded by unrecognizable noises

With the stars above

And dirt below,

A lonely street with not a speck of light

With a car or two, rolling by.

I gaze down it's length,

lost.

Those empty, shut windows

Looming overhead,

Like silent spectators in a theater.

Over grown weeds

And scary trees,

Line the sides

Leaning on the buildings, like pets

Ready to be unleashed

And thrash about on their master's command.

They don't scare me,

But in the loneliness

They are my companions

In a place where Darkness has no end

And the lifeless are your mates.

Where, the world is cut off

And there's only you,

Waiting, waiting...

Biding your time

To break free.

~k~

it's been long

There was a point when this blog was my sole point of interest for everything I do and everything I write. My writings began to define all that happened in my life, time being of no limit. Not only have I lost my wish to string words into meaningful verses, but also my feelings that defined them.

Writing for me was a vent, and thus a dark shadow of mine. But with dying feelings, my shadow decided to abandon me. 

No feelings, no need for a vent. Escapism, undoubtedly continued, rather increased. More so, my dependency on the wrong factors grew stronger. I am still in this position, not much has changed, but to go back is a hard task.

To turn those bleeding feet back is not an option I want to consider. Writing was an upliftment, but also a constant reminder of my sorrows, my doubts and my tears. 

I am not running away, I simply began drifting away from my own self and now I'm too far gone to come back. 

Innocence was lost too long back, I lost my honesty too.