Because in the end
We all are little broken
Leaving a bit of us
Everywhere we go
Empty souls or empty spaces
The void is always created
Waiting to be replenished
Till a new end
For a new beginning
Can you feel the halo
Can you see the light
Wandering in the darkness
Embracing the night
They don't need to see me cry
They don't need to understand
Never opened this way
Walls I built falling down
Without making any sound
Eluding all doubts
Curtains drew apart
Burning like sun
New power emanates
Slowly climbing the peaks
Discovering the new me
making my own ways
Deep into my rhymes
Tints of life you feel
And my poems come alive.
©Era Singh
I wrote this poem while having some discussion with Rishika and she said the first two lines Because in the end, we all are little broken and this poem got completed, which is incomplete in the draft for so long. Thanks a lot, The Mystic Inkslinger ☺☺
Thank you for reading it and do let me know in comments, how it is?