Aberrance

Back in my rhyme

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The year began,

I was longing for a love I lacked
And saw my own smile cracked

Even the butterfly wings that fluttered
In time they too fell weak and withered

Strangled by what’s right and wrong
I played along as a reclusive monk

Cut my peace, got seduced by a morrow
I circled my eyes in a deep dark furrow

Swallowed by self-loathe
I laid shackles on my self-growth

This morning I realized It’s halftime,
I’ve to recoup n’ fall back in rhyme

No more what ifs, silly ifs n’ buts,
Its time, time to bust my butt

Time to rewrite my life outta this rut

Vasan

Tech Enthusiast | Linguaphile | Idealist | Aspiring Content Strategist | Content Writer at Smartprix.com

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