Dream up a new self, for yourself.


In the absence of feelings
There is no time for healing
In the gloomy night sky
He saw hope midst the darkness
A glistening bauble of belief

Like a cricket chirping away at nothing
His unhinged howls to a screeching halt
A sudden pause, out of nowhere
Trees moving with the night wind,
The only sound heard now

Camp-fire shines away with the stars
With thoughts of desire,
Similar to those he had at the bar
He enters his tent feeling broken
For love to him is the grand token

Lying down atop crumbled sheets,
His small sleeping bag provides the company
Holding him to sleep,
To hopefully dream up a new self
For himself…

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