Quiet discontent

There’s a feeling that creeps up on me
In the early hours of the morn
A quiet kind of discontent
Like a dying phoenix song
And though I try to quash it
Eerily it stays
Dampening my feelings
Whispering for change
It hints that something’s missing
I am yet unfulfilled
There’s unspent passion to be realised
And fast, before it’s killed
It’s time now to burst into flames
And rise again anew
Dust away the ashes
And glow in every hue.

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3 Responses to Quiet discontent

  1. Pingback: Quiet discontent | සතුටු වැස්ස බ්ලොග් කියවනය

  2. vichisays says:

    Lovely… :-) It is never too late for a new beginning :-)

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