The Last Act
Priding myself on putting my soul into whatever I did,
Any second thoughts or diversions did quell
So much of myself I gave away in everything I created,
Arvind Venkat
Staring at the walls
The man in the mirror isn't me anymore,
The man I'm searching for is already long gone.
I sit back in my chair,
Counting each wrinkle, here I sleep
Oh but why dear oh dear
The ache of a shattered heart weighs,
breaking just like a piece of cold icicle,
The only thing that is left now is a bruise,