
Moonlight spilling into the window,
Screaming into the pillow,
Oh how I wish life were different,
Instead of being sorrowful and ignorant,
Wet tears on my face,
Craving for an embrace,
Darkness is silence,
Hell's entrance,
I shall free myself soon,
And make it my boon.
~sahasra
About the Creator
Sahasra Reddy
Writer by passion, poet by soul.



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