Through these lines

Hey stranger, here it is, read my line
A moment on what you can’t define.
Plain and simple, they cross like vine.
These choices not being mine.

Not so moral on what I indulge
Be my guest, or be my judge.
Quickly now or with a bit of pause,
Your joy of living, lately, haven’t had any feeling as such.

Dreams, some taken and some lost.
I could’ve carried but I just.
Whats with this life, but I must.
Now with a betrayal from a person I trust.

Ankit Thapa - Sep 30, 2017