My heart is feeble and frail,
like the brown leaves that fall in spring’s trail. I am lost in a murky haze,
shabbier than stains on an unwashed palette’s blaze.
A puzzle incomplete, a missing piece,
forever gone, its absence won’t cease.
An endangered species, rare to find,
a remnant survivor, left behind.
I’m a shipwreck survivor, drowning in memories, sinking deeper in the ocean’s melodies.
A castle secluded, longing for unity,
my desire for friendship haunts with impunity.
Metamorphic I’ve become, shaped by emotional fire, molded and transformed by intense desire. A delicate pansy, scorched under the sun, tossed by winds, a fragile one.
I’ve tasted the pinnacle of bliss,
now everything else feels amiss.
Engulfed in fervent love’s embrace,
a casual fling pales in comparison’s grace.
But I yearn to be distinct, to stand apart, a mountain unwavering, steadfast at heart. Unruffled by winds, like a banyan tree, uncrushed by human footfalls, ever free.
A sea with waves fierce and wild, submerging hurdles, like a fearless child. A raging storm, marching strong and bold, like a valiant soldier, its tale untold.
I long to merge with the cosmos divine, for individuality doesn’t mean to confine. In unity, I’ll find solace and grace, a symphony of souls, boundless in space.
