Runaway

... And I wish I could run away,
Touch me, call me, hurt me, trouble me no one may.
It is so painful and yet I stay,
As if I am here waiting for someone ..something to say.

It looks all so vivid and grey,
I wish someone could show me the light to my way.
My heart cries wetless tears,
For my very hopes were becoming fears.
I'm acting as if I am so strong,
But my heart knows how so much this image is wrong.

Why I hold on to this dead dream,
I dont have a clue.
I have suddenly become so hard on myself,Heart has been asked to shutup when it really wants to scream.

When HE closes a door, he opens a window,
I wish I could see that window now, for my heart sinks so low.
What does HE want me to learn, I wanted to ask him,
Putting me to this torture wouldn't be just another of his whim.
Yes I can bear this silent pain,I've been given just that much power,
But had I known the reason behind it, the less I would suffer.

Copyright ©2008 Amit Sharma