Poetry

Apocalypse

In search of a lifetime
I crossed lots of moments
Hopped over too many memories
and ran through many fears

In search of a soul mate
got too many scars
left withering in pain
left with my bleeding heart in vain

In search of peace
wiped a lot of tears
shared a lot of grief
shards cutting through the soul

In search of salvation
my soul is roaming endlessly
healing and bleeding continuously
waiting for the tourniquet to be tied

Yet the search never ends
The journey still remains
Here I’m standing still
Waiting for the apocalypse to begin.

                                                                      ~Megha Sood

                                                                Jersey City, NJ, USA

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