Black

an echo amidst the wilderness forest
should i stay, should i listen?
patches of burnt umber on the fallen leaves
should i care, should i plead for rain?
i watch the shadows dance on the ground
should i join, should i feel the music?
in the dead of night, i see my nakedness
a slave with a tortured consciousness
oh, so gracefully
in the blackened silence i go
not longing to come back
that’s the only realm I know

Published by mrinalsemia

Hi, I'm Mrinal. Constantly trying to make sense of my life through stories.

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