An inner power lies within,
A life story filled with damaged skin.
The punishment and the prize,
and a master of disguise.
Forge in the fires of treachery,
somewhere in the midst of pain.
Trapped in dilemma,
woven into little souls.
Tight in the darkness,
while turmoil due to fears.
Beacons with its call,
calling only certain souls.
Reflection of conscious stream,
miseries making the world whisper.
Softened truths and blurry lines,
niggles at conscience.
Unspoken doubt and feelings await,
Melancholy how humans fade.
Phase of sorrow,
render the self-esteem bruised.
To reconcile the life,
with a private guile.
A sense of fragile state,
with refined elegance triumphed.
Captive disregarded minds,
condensed inner shrink.
Composed of pieces,
seemed so starlit.
Light and dejected,
eyelids droop with heavy sleep.
Inside an own castle,
covered with warm quilt.
About the author
Himashree loves philosophy and literature. She is an author who accumulates her feelings and emotions through writing them in essays, stories, and poems.