FEARS

Now I am lost in a dense forest of fears,
drowning myself in an ocean  of tears
Perhaps my search has come to an end;
I wish, I no longer pretend to be another
Accept me as I am, reject me if not !
POET'S INK
The stagnancy of life may destroy our good spirits. Sometimes you feel that you are no longer yourself and you will come to know that the journey from where you were back to my home was going to be a scary uncertain one  but at some point, you will never get a choice. You could never live separate from yourself anymore,