A way out of deep

I thoughtlessly linger,
And wonder:
How inspite that we weep,
We fall out of sleep,
With backaches still under.
Spilled, stilled
And filled,
Eyes with a thunder.

We’ve fallen through many,
And any,
Falls that brought out,
The purest of shout,
Knowing it’d all be in vain.
Broken, Mistaken
And knees well shaken,
We’ve all lived in pain.

In each day,
Some way,
We held each other,
Helped out another,
From silence and absence of dreams.
Countless still dying,
In sighing,
Surrounded by screams.

Finally in sleep,
WE see,
The dreams that we’ve shed off,
And the ones that we let off,
And how in a moment we keep.
Nurtured and tortured,
We figure,
Still a way out of deep.


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