In the midst of a long lone night,
Silence surrounding; silence within silence.
(Tick-tock – Tick-tock)except the clock ticking,
to mark the presence of time.
The clock, solely alive-breathing,
and this heart inside my chest-beating.
This dreadful night and a tiny crystallized dew drop-
crawling down through window glass,
Then hundreds came down, swarming
dazzling tiny sparkles,
reflecting the street light.
True, pure and beautiful..but
alive. Terrifying existence of nothingness.
A whisper aloud, buzzing around
and thriving negativity.
Time – drifting away in such swift mood
or it has stopped -numb.
Endless-pointless queries and this still-ness
creeping through the veins.
Words faded away from a book-aged,
from its curled yellowish pages.
Things unknown, letter enveloped- never opened,
mystery remained in mystery, unfolded.
Footprints those left long gone, withered.
Decaying walls- plasters falling,
memories engulfed and veiled in secrecy,
a life within life. A poem eluding,
arousal of worries; bitterness-hatred,
a darkness collapsing eventually.
Amidst a long lone night-
a night beneath starry sky; up above a lonely star fading.
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