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The Rising…..

Haunted by memories 
Drowning in mistakes
Held in the clutches
Captive of thoughts
Holding it, believing it
Feeling the heaviness
Carrying it everyplace
Don't want to let go
Envy the freedom
Soothes by anguish
Taking all miseries
Keeping all pains
Putting up a harder fight
I endure, I resist
Can I get more time
To pull me piece by piece
To know my shadows
To drag my crypt
To befriends all ogres
Make them slaves
To float, To glide
Against the surges
Exploding the volcano
New earthquake arrives
Nightmares in hopes
Unmask to mask again
And my fears to fear me
I am a new devil
I master them all.
Β©Era Singh

Thanks for reading!!!!


I am Doctor by profession who loves to write poetry and articles , a mental health enthusiastic , nature lover and very much interested in history and mythology .

111 thoughts on “The Rising…..

  1. This is so vivid and strong. The way you’ve written “Holding it, believing it… I endure, I resist”β€” that’s a very nice touch to add to the effect of the poem. Wonderful Era!

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