Again the smogy cloud linger above, curvy <br />track entangle me up, doom circles same <br />on top of cup, murk more downing mope. <br /> <br />No one follows in dark, mirror images are <br />lead carved, the present is exposed to coffin, <br />no spyhole to be seen. <br /> <br />In the map no mark is known, all <br />world is already won.Sun, moon, star <br />language not to be shone. obscurity <br />tightens it's grip on. <br /> <br />Frown daunt me, loneliness consume me, <br />darkness beleagured me, puppet life- not glee, <br />haunting thoughts take away my being. Now i <br />strife in dream. <br /> <br />Break-o-break the cave, my soul need <br />thrashing wave. light ray, grin way <br />no tear, my world wants to stay. Needs <br />these seeds my thee, just wanting to be free.<br /><br />Prashasti Mittal<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/strife-over/
