Shadows of monotony close behind
Relentlessly followed me like my own
Days dragged at a sedate pace
Nights elapsed staring at the phone.
Once busy, now lying idle
With hopeful eyes I gazed
The loud ringing hugely anticipated
Is now a memory hazed.
Life has taken a tragic turn
The joyful ride has come to an end
Like broken glass is what I feel
Things are hard to mend.
The heart that beat buoyantly once
No longer seems the same
Afraid and timid, it does its job
Fearing the wrath of the love game.
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