By Saketh Vaddadi
A little fire burns inside of me,
Determination, grit and restlessness,
A lonely and fickle mind,
Dreams of touching the sky,
But filled with nothing but sympathy for one's self.
A gentle breeze enough to put it all out
Only to crawl back into a perfectly safe shell
And not see the light or day
Awaiting forever for a match by chance again
To light it all up
And the breeze to blow it all out again
A victim like no other
Battles like none have fought
And a character no longer visible in the mirror
That's how the mind sees it all
One step forward and ten steps back
It's all nothing but a perfect little dance
All the way to a very own doomsday
By Saketh Vaddadi
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