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Voices of deep

I have words,
but not the voice;
My words are sound,
But they don’t rhyme.

My words are rational,
but they lack story,
My words are mirror,
but truth strikes boring.

My words are sharp,
but sharpness cause burning,
My words are bitter,
but aren’t they just a warning.

I speak in solitude,
Listening to echoes,
I watch them wither,
I see them fade away.

Time has come,
As it always does,
Someone has to speak,
May as well be me.

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Bleeding Words

When the pain is on rise,
When the skies bleed dry,
During the night fall,
Why does the duty call.

When the sun is high,
And blue is the sky,
Under the curtain of sweat,
Someone at home awaits.

Longer are days,
Shorter are nights,
In the month of December,
Why is there feeling of July.

Left is where it felt so right,
Yet nothing is left to the right,
In conclusion to the mystery of self,
Its not a wonder, that ego dominates.