A Desolate Hour [Poetry]

Where words feel shy to intrude in
Solitude keeps a vigil eye
Where fear creeps in a slow pace
Memories turn into smoke
Gothic events creep
The sweat rolls on
The urge
to fly
Crumbles
onto floor
Knowing not what disturbs
Only a pale shadow of nervousness grips

Written by Rahi Roy, Midnapore, West Bengal

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