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A Sad Tune

Self-Discovery, Self-Strength

By Harydo NeonPublished 7 years ago 1 min read

"It is but a torment that bites me

It is like a leech attached to my skin

I try to get rid of it but yet still

It wouldn't allow me to have the breath of true peace

The future is bright, but suddenly the lights fade

It's like snow falling in the month of May

It is a personal struggle in my closet

A loose end of a tap's open end

But this is so draining, my back aching

Suddenly the pains become seriously unbearing

My heart aches but not of anything usual

I don't ache because of love or unknown phrasal

I ache because i can't stand who i see in the mirror

He grins at me with blood all over with fingers, weaker

I become, scared i am, my head hangs down

I never knew this road would be weary

I never knew the weight of such difficulties

Sinisterly i laugh, not me though, my other twin

The mirror man with joker-like costume and a big grin

This moment in time is unexplainable

Didn't i just laugh with The Cesca, so why the heavy fable?

Stress? Overthinking? Heartache?

Or am i turning into an introvert?, big mistake

My mood has changed and become gloomy

I end this on a sad note, while the man in the mirror consumes me"

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About the Creator

Harydo Neon

I drain my thoughts through my pen. That's the only way I breathe.

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