To the ones I lost on my way

I’m tired of building. The castle of rage. I am lost in it’s maze of passages, That always leads me To the room where I am not welcomed. The throne isn’t just as comfortable as admitting. The walls inside Echoes my mistakes, And terrible decisions. I look fine, but the mirror On the walls reflects me bruised. And the ceiling upon me hooked the chandelier, That clink the conflicts I created. So now, I am unfolding the Limbs of grudges. And will let the air fill The voids in my heart. Though, forgiveness is hard to find, But if it even has it’s hut, I want to live in it for the rest Of my life. @Farhan Shyk

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