The Light

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It’s hard to tell
When it went out
Or rather
I stopped seeing it.
Sometimes I wish
The spell wasn’t broken
The veil could be covered again
and everything could go on
Deluded or oblivious perhaps…
Couldn’t matter.
Cause unbeknownst
Often
You may drag yourself
In the stories of bravery
So far, so long
that you might wonder
Who were they meant for?
What was it worth for?
The unyielding torment on
your subliminal senses.
Whether you stood the ground
In the wrong territory?
Whether it was at par with your
Will, strength, the firm pride
and all the words that
You uttered to yourself.
But now somehow
I try to maintain that
There is just a hope
uncertain, Clouded,
And maybe
That it can be walked on
a little further
Somehow…

© Abhishek Negi 2020