Lucid obscurity of me

I will always be
the man I used to be,
ever-changing;
Forever free.

I will always be
laying under Summer’s tree,
awaiting;
Autumn’s breeze.

I will always be
in your arms and in your dreams,
while far away I am;
Alone in my screams.

I will always be
the man who stared at graves,
ready to walk the paths
that my little, black, heart paves.

I will always be
the man who crept into your heart,
and faded into anonymity,
into, the cold dead dark.

I will always be
the one you never knew;
I will never be your friend;
Unbroken part of you.

I will always be
the man I used to be,
ever-changing;
Never! free.

By: Viraj Belgaonkar

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One thought on “Lucid obscurity of me

  1. Pingback: My gap year, a journey towards enlightenment | The Bleeding Skies {Annabel: the Lucid artist} (Short story)

Pen it... or aaa type it. u know what i mean.

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