Pendulum

Harsh days tormenting soon to end.
Missing the best part.
Hope of seeing it again make
days and nights apart.

No fad left in the bright side.
Not able to hold it in herd.
Followed by darkness,
Same imprints back in hand.

Recognizing the very same pendulum effect,
Hunger for greatest tunes and finest words.
Losing the base from inside.
Visible trails of the lost roads.

Forged Reality fading up,
Solitude waiting down evanescing ray.
Awing Feel of the sweet pain.
This is the real day.