Once Upon a Feeling

A certain loneliness haunts this place,

of feelings, rather than people,

there's sights aplenty, true,

but its our emotions that we cull;

And I don't mean the ones we see

or the ones we share among others,

nor the binary ones of black and white

but the ones that burst with colours;

The ones that elate us all,

leaving with an indefinite high,

the ones for which you would kill

and the ones for which I would gladly die;

The ones we lost a long time ago

in an age we can't recall,

from the highest of times to the lowest of lows,

before we were pushed into a spiralling free fall;

A feeling that's not there anymore

and has left me a hollow shell,

I cannot climb back up to my innocence

from my apathy, to which I fell;

Nothing could replace the times

I felt like I was unnervingly complete,

The pinnacle of my life, so far gone

that everything forth is obsolete;

"Is this it then?", you may ask, "Is this all?"

"To be happy now must i forever pretend?"

"And must i bow to this cruel, miserable state

to which i am forever condemned?"

A whisper subtly crosses my lips

as if to say "No, my friend",

"I cannot know what happens now

but be brave, for this not the end"

No,

This is not The End.

--- Yash Laddha