By myself
Sun burns the skin of sleepy men
I make right turns but I'm lost within
I turn back and just want an end
I just end up dirting and hurt again
I raise above with waxy wing
Get melted because its saccharine
All these words are maddening
with hurt and isolation i sing
By myself...
by myself
poem by Ravi chandran
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