Some poems don’t rhyme!!

I made a promise to myself
To not be a person I’m not
To never chain my thoughts
To feed my principles everytime

A promise to live by the edge
A promise to walk till the horizon
To turn a new leaf at every disappointment
To turn a deaf ear at petty criticism

The fire in my belly
Created a hole in my heart
Everything that once used to make me alive
Is strangely making me choked

Everything that made me
Everything that broke me
Everything that mattered
Doesn’t matter anymore

Sometimes I feel I’ve met her
That girl who used to play
Amid the green meadows
Before those owls besieged it

I think shes calling for help
A helping hand, an innocent voice
That can pull her back
Take her back to where she belonged

Tell her not to cry for the loss
But to smile for the living
Funny how some enthusiasm faints
For some promises are dimmer than survival !!