Surging through the veins,
A pain that persists,
Of piercing solitude and betrayal.
The love that was mine,
With emotions profound,
Left me alone in the darkness,
To die a slow death!
Stranded I am, on a path
That leads to nowhere.
Desperate I am to know the truth,
That hides in a mollusc of uncertainty.
Like a withering rose,
Here I stand waiting....
Maybe time has its own plot,
Of hope and dismay !
ByPartha