Wednesday, March 18, 2015


To wake up from this 
The end of paradise 
The onset of my own, 
My very personal doom 
The choice had been mine 
To own that fleeting, 
Happy boon.. 
That choice led me here 
My inferno so near 
Now, I look back and wish 
To wake up from this 
Wake up yesterday 
And run from the sorrow 
Escape from the hell 
Promised by tomorrow

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