That excruciating
Pain that hurts
Turmoil within
That aches
The trail of
Lifeless virtues
That follows
The Holy grail
I have held
I have walked
To lonely nights
I have talked
To all my tears
Once again
I have lost
My battle burns
The scars
I have earned
From where
I am
No paths return
Into the dusk
I'll melt away
A formless blob
A patch of grey
Nalini
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