The right word is “Falling Apart”.
A curse, which developed as an art.
Born as a child of grace
But the same turned away its face.
In the pursuit of life
The child had to thrive.
He played his part well and good
Not perfect but tried best as he could.
He knew he was different
But on what grounds?
Constantly searching for answers
For which he doesn’t have questions.
Looking for answers
He went out of bounds.
Entered a dark world
Nothing was visible.
He felt good and invincible.
He conquered over his thoughts, mind
And life itself.
The place was silent and calm
He saw a figure
Took him beneath
He found what he was looking for
PEACE UNDERNEATH……..
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