The Ghost Of My Past


Posted on 29th Oct 2020 04:26 pm by rohit kumar

Fumbling, stumbling,

around in the dark.

Fighting, igniting,

flames from a spark.

 

Blinded, reminded,

of the fear inside.

Turning, yearning,

for a place to hide.

 

Chasing, racing,

I stagger away.

Breathless, restless

in the mud I lay.

 

Dreaming, gleaming,

I escape the past.

Winning, new beginning,

I am free at last.

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