May be this is not the best of times,
Tide is high with mocking wind
I still hear the wolf howl or is it a dream
I am stuck in my self made hell
Wind sends treacherous notes
I don’t know to laugh or cry
It is hard for you I know
When you are on your own
To mend your swords
And to fight or be silent
I know I have left you in an enemy fortresses
It is unbecoming to do such worthless deed
And I know repenting is not enough
If there is any consolation
I have palpitations
On and off
And one of these days
I would die of a heartache
No one would know
You would find better things to do
I am toxic to you,
Or so it seems…

~ Dakshi~

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