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There was a time 
where I stepped up 
when you were feeling broken. 
A time when you were alone, 
in your darkness, 
searching for the light, 
I stayed with you in silence. 
I stepped up for a reason; 
to show you that I was your person, 
a loyal companion, 
a measure of constant. 

In the haze of sorrow, 
it mattered not how long it'd take;
I never swayed, 
I stayed. 
I was your advocate, 
ready to educate, 
facilitate, 
even plan your escapade 
if that was what it came to in our debate. 

When you had given up on yourself, 
I continued to stay true. 
Amidst the raging storm, 
and you seemed to have lost all hope, 
I continued to stand by you. 
In a world full of questions, 
my only hope was you know what’s true. 

But.... 
you got scared. 
Spooked.

You were scared of your own shadow. 
Spooked by an illusion 
created by your own imagination. 
You believed the confusion. 

Confliction emerged from your confusion, 
leading you to have conversations 
with different versions 
of your person. 
Those conversations 
led to contradictions 
which added to more confusion. 
All the time and attention 
given to the illusion 
created by your imagination 
came with more questions 
but no solution. 

What the fuck were you thinking? 
What on earth were you doing? 

Yet, 
I was still there in your corner, 
still had your back. 
I was still your person, 
still your loyal companion, 
the one thing in your life that was constant. 

But.... 
you chose to be an island. 
You chose distant and isolation. 
You were stubborn and ignorant. 

I'm not going to stay to save the day. 
Come what may, 
I have said all I needed to say 
but you still choose to run your play. 
That's okay, 
have it your way. 

There was a time 
where I would step up, 
give it my all, 
in your corner I'd stand tall. 
But 
you didn't give me the time of day, 
didn't appreciate, 
didn't give a shit, 
and that's not okay. 

You want distant and isolation? 
You want to be an island? 
You've got it. 
Because as of now, 
you are dead to me.

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  • Kamal Kishore Sharma

    Kamal Kishore Sharma

    Desert, island and dead have a similarity for peace if marooned so a victim feels existence of mirage and illusion and likes the virtual world but when disillusioned then cries in buzz of paranoia and wildernesses silently. https://www.facebook.com/779241832415410/posts/1217565138583075/

    Aug 15, 2020

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