My 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,

and when my silence becomes full of answers,

My heart is waiting to feel that happiness,

And suddenly an abnormal feeling comes and take the happiness out of the box.

Life seems to be taking gears now.