Shadows & Past

Crawling like a baby,

I was waiting for my christening;

empty thoughts in an empty quiver,

I was afraid that someone was listening.

 

For days I hide,

But this shadow is still present.

I have not really seen,

what is so special about that crescent.

Afraid of unpleasant,

my whole life was in a box,

nothing really heals,

when you are away from clocks.

 

Please do tell me what is wrong,

this shiny soul is cringing…

 

 

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