Disillusioned

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Numbed by the pain of merely existing,

I explore the confines of my soul

and found nothing

which resembled to the joy I felt

in the beginning,

when my life blossomed and bloomed

and my heart beat for the joy of living.

What I found, although not surprising,

was a shell of a person

surrounded by his life which now lay in ruins.

Pieces of memories beyond fixing,

shattered by the weight of darkened imaginings.

The rose-colored glasses I wore —

the one I had before —

is strewn and decimated all over the floor.