Game Over!

Spellbound, blinded by your entreaties 
I sit and wait
to see the light of the day
Promises peer through paper
Are you still around? 
Is the game over?

My glass is empty 
Darkness is overwhelming
Eyelids echo a thousand thunderbolts. 
A jolt from within wakes me
A hand, warmer than yours 
can be felt on my shoulder.

Wind chimes distract my thoughts 
A koel calms the clouds
Morning bliss whispers cheer
Birds play with the wind
Need I feel trapped?
A beacon cuts through the fog.

The quitting sensation, 
The final walk —
lighter than clouds
The merger, the satisfaction. 
I know this is the end
But I wear newly carved lenses now.
© Balroop Singh 

 Thanks to Sadje for the inspiration: #photoprompt #Whatdoyousee – 341.

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