Mirage

Intertwined in search of tenderness
Sinking because of my own insanity,
I bruised myself like never before.
The more I secluded it,
The more I triggered my own downpour.

Slipped into some shadows,
Knowing I'll end up being shattered.
Never accepted the idea of self victimising even after knowing how thrashed I was.

Tears never really speak, but it's all about the ones who hear them.
I endured my strains in unearthing the reality and realized how stupidly was I driven by allure.

Steered by heart.
Refrained by actuality.
Aimed at petals,
Wrecked by the thorns.
Unable to comprehend the meaning of well being, out of fatigue by pretending to be rigid for so long.

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