A lonely heart

It’s a lonely heart,

nearing the finish but still waiting for the start,

While my weakness tries to herald my courage,

My feebleness deftly defies my age,

And though a shimmering light beckons me to try,

The imminent despicable plight forces me to cry,

When my silence becomes full of answers,

And My heart is waiting for happiness,

 And then Suddenly an imminent feeling comes and take the happiness out of the box.

life seems to be taking gears