The Life of a Man

A deserted life exists

With a tenebrous soul

Tear stained cheeks

Gloomy eyes

Quivering white lips

Forced to mask my tears with a glassy smile

Lacking a crying shoulder and clasping hands

Having a hard time blubbering behind the closed doors

A deserted life exists

With a tenebrous soul

Hugging the blade like an old friend

Bearing it up against my delicate skin

Leaving scarlett blood marks

Hid by oversized jumper

Lost at the place I call home

The only friend left was my shadow

Reflecting the scars

Hiding my story

A deserted life exists

With a tenebrous soul


~ Abhyuday Sinha



The above work has been written by our Writer Abhyuday Sinha, all credits to him. CHEERS!

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