Leaping over the walls of wailing
Leaving behind the empty valleys
of longing and loneliness
Echoes of desires growing faint
As I near the fort of fortitude
to embrace/ behold the vision-
to see life for what it is,
unclouded by the dash of serotonin
dopamine running on tap sans supplements
Founts of bliss bubbling up joys
I have come far
far from the mountains of mourning
the dead that were never alive
the dead that had never lived
Shadows of nostalgia
making me trip
Fangs of memory piercing in deep
Trying to bleed me
bleed me of my cheers/ joys
Attempting in vain
to make me fall over and again
head on heels
in love with (my/ the) love unrequited
No more I am giving-in (to the tricks)
Time/It has been long due
for me
to love me
more than I love
the pangs of being in love
with the one
who doesn't know or care
I (too/ even) exist.
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