The Disorder

The disturbances in the symphonic feelings

Trying to restrain the soul from realising a worthwhile tune

Not of the selfless pleasures of life, the simple happiness

Only thinking about everyone else’s perceptions

Stripped of the honest soul’s meanings, they are not your own

Wrecked by the heavy words, the adamant sinking

In the deep recesses of melancholy- feeble voices worry

What are the chances of witnessing the bright sky again?

Mistakes are oft-repeated with a senseless rhythm


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