Treasure Island

Ashok Sethi

(19th April,1988 / Jharsuguda, Orissa, India)

LOST IN MY SOUL


Lost in myself, I cannot feel...
Control I aim, I stumble and fall...
Believing you, that's why lose...
Emotionless, I'm feeling apart...
Reaching for you, but falling through...
Confused I am, I am losing ground...
Embraced by you in my own mind...
Holding on to the sweet beliefs...

Calling out my own reality,
Screaming out all my fears...
Overwhelmed by all insanity,
Sacrificed a thousand tears...

Calling out in pain my weakness,
Fighting to get back whole...
Overwhelmed by madness,
Lost in the darkness of my soul...

Submitted: Sunday, January 29, 2012
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