nothing provides respite
yet claim to be trouble shooter
the ways i pursue
looks that
not chosen by me
but by the all devils
lost the control
lost the hope
nothing works
the devils growing
inside and outside
the freedom abused
not caring
suffering there to stay
no solace
from the heat
burning gradually
how long it take
to turn in ashes
the moment are big
the involvement great
the absolving of self
from the deed’s
the search illusive
the sufferings compounded
the balance gone
the drama of balance/normalcy
goes on
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