Reality Or A Wild Dream?

There is a silence, no dialogue, no conversation                                                 But this silence always seems so loud.      There is a beautiful sound all around, the nature is good too                                     But there is a screaming within, a horrible dirge.

The world is meant to be loved                   Craving for being in consonance with this world                                                   Wanting to feel alive here, in the world meant to torment                                         The world which is a pit, a hell                Still home to so many.

Wishing someone was here                       But being alone feels good too                  Feeling empty, but full of shine            Telling others to move on                            While I stay behind.

There is so much contradiction within Yet a clarity outside                                     Is this world a real place,                       Or just a wild dream?


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