My Ramblings

Sometimes in those nights With ear-splitting din, It hangs around, Like a noose, An albatross around the neck, The guilt starts to Choke the pipe. The elements of doubts Raise the hairs on arms. But the chills are  Sent down the spine, "What do you do my dear?", A scared, raggedy simpleton Asks me for a conciliation. Biding the time, No dearth of words But too little to offer, The child needs wisdom from peer, A rejoinder thrown across. "Let the night be spent, May it fold in  As a nightmare. A morning may shine upon Tomorrow." _________________________________________

 And maybe Seneca replied,  Or smirked the least. Stoical or not, learn  To find difference. Chances to make impact, The littlest ones. Search for them, Stare at the hustle Stay untouched. Pray at the end  And boy o boy Find your preceptor, A beacon who holds While you wade through And sling along the mud, To guide you, And you walk the stride  With head held high. ___________________________________

Do you feel that lingering pierce  Bleeding within you? It's like a cringe,  For it sinks me And loses me awhile. Or is it like the painful divot Across the bones Misplaced and formed accidentally By my heart when it was  Thrown out of its cavity. Perpetual and enduring. Its not friendly  But never leaves my side.  It charms to see A sinking ship infront of eyes. The gush by then has reached Deepest beyond my senses. And all I could was blow Out a whimper. Probably The last one,  But not without a smile.  Do you feel the same too?  _________________________________ Credits:  https://www.wattpad.com/story/103961669-the-girl-in-the-hoodie