Saw a crumbled paper down there..
Found it familiar, yet oblivious was I,
ignorant was I, to identify my mind,
crumbled down as such.
Inclined to tend to the paper,
I felt it in my hands, electrified - I withdrew,
such familiarity had me restrain,
restrain from what I would have nurtured.
"Torn papers, the crumbled ones,
all never can be their self,
once being hurt hard" -
cried out my mind, a message to my self.
Yet, ignorant was I, to identify my mind,
crumbled down as such
Sheer oblivion embraced me tight,
kissed me hard, to gift me her darkness.
The ignorant, cruel, eye blinding darkness

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