Sky Grey
By Ruksana Nongrum
Insecurity floats as the dark gloom hovering above my head Clouding my judgments Manoeuvring my perceptions Suffocating a voice Holding down a will To change To wish To awake To speak To fight back the shadows
That alter a visual I should have never had Twisting a reality to fit me in a lie Some day, eventually I'll discover the dark cloud was created by me Against my own vessel Someday, maybe someday, I would just barely learn to appreciate And value my tireless soul once again.
By Ruksana Nongrum

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