Comfort

For all the dark days and missing light,
I watch myself devoid of delight…

For all the nights which make me restless,
I see myself melting into hollowness…

For all the times I gave my all, to all,
I do not observe the value received…

In this modern world of selfishness,
All I see is get used to being used hue…

For every time I went beyond the line,
I see someone watching me creepily…

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