A sinking feeling swoops in, washing me ashore,
To a world that was so complete, but is complete no more,
Lost are my words in the tides of time,
Stranded in this oblivion with no reason, no rhyme.
My crafted abyss
Melancholy, once more, is holding its sway,
Uncertain I’m that I’ll see the light of the day,
Darkness absolute is the chosen road,
A crafted abyss is my abode.
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speechless….!!
A crafted abyss is my abode…..one of the most poetic lines you have ever written….beautiful and cruel…..wunderbar pranav wunderbar