A miracle is all I need,
and trust me, it's not my greed;
I fail to look through the misty thoughts,
as if life is full of webs and knots.
Thoughts fail to take a shape,
Words get jumbled in my mind,
My pen gives up on me and says,
"Why don't you leave me behind".
I feel lost amidst the crowd,
The voices in my head crying out loud;
"Give up" is all I hear,
and my heart aches in distress and despair.
What happened to the colours,
as all I can see is just grey;
All my dreams, gone with the winds,
leaving behind just dismay.
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