going under.
drowning,
in things broken asunder.
glimpses of a horror,
beneath the facade.
far and away,
away from what once was,
all bright and blue and true,
I am going under.
what does it feel like to fall from grace ? Or if nothing as dramatic, to be really unfotunate. I mean really. Like what happens in our indian soaps and movies where the protagonist is beset by tragedy after tragedy.
what about perosnal ruin ? Absolute helplessness. A slow decay. Roaming among the ruins that once was your life. Beyond the point of no return. Ever so definitely towards that certain inevitability. When all that is left a vague memory of the life that was. So vague that, that the pain that was always there from the start of the decay, has dimmed to dull throbbing. Pain at remebering things as they were, now just a dull ache.
An empty shell to be put six feet under.
Some grace in human tragedy ? I think not.
*shivers*
That shit is only for the movies.
2 comments:
sad, na?
there is no beauty in pain. only in the opposing of it. and victory. that shit is for real life.
very.
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