Wrote this thinking of something I did long back. Something strong people don't do. Was I strong? Or was I ever strong? Am I weak now or still strong?
What is weakness and strength anyways? It is subjective, isn't it? I don't know if my definitions of weakness and strength are correct but I feel weak. Maybe I am not . . . who really cares anyways –
Last smile in the lonely glow
Crickets make music as I flow
Beats so slow
I feel so slow
Or maybe no
Hope to never know
Steel silence . . . I am no more
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