Countless Threads By Katherine Lightwood

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Countless Threads

By Katherine Lightwood


Countless threads I used to weave,
Every words and memory I used to keep.
Now, memories have flown away from my mind,
Once I thought, without them I am blind.
But alas! I found a new life, a new meaning, a new pride.
The dreams once I craved, broke me and lied.

 Again I am weaving  new dreams and new lies,
With this dream, I am finding, the Lord in disguise.
I have no wish, now I have no pride,
Washed away all my false galore that I used to abide.
But the threads of my quondam still strangles me,
Blurs my vision, didn't want me to see.

 Now, with my new dreams and forgotten pride,
I don't want to lie, just want to thrive.
Last ounce of breath, that I held in my chest,
Want to let out a sigh, without bothering the rest.
At last, I want to grieve, letting go all the pain.
So that my demise might let me be sane.

 So, that was my thought of the day. To see more posts like this make sure to visit our main page. And Do not forget to visit our institute's page to know more about graphic design, 3D, animation courses and other awesome stuff. Till then good day to you.

Katherine Lightwood       

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