The Light - Poem by Prateek Sehgal
I can feel it now,
it is coming from inside.
I sense the rush everyday
I hear the call every night
But still its not the time
Because I need a reason.
This reason would be the light,
the light to my need.
The reason would be the strength
and would bring with itself a power,
the power to stand above myself,
the power to fly,
the power to overlook my heart,
and the power to die...
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