Partly Right

I am out of the black,

with scratches all over my back.

I had to fight and gamble my pride

to get out of that dark side.



All the promises are goodbyes.

There is no space between the lines.

You are partly right –

time flies counterclockwise.



I was fit in a frame half my size.

So I lost my meaning, kept my frown.

I lost my reason, and I’m all worn out –

I prefer to go without.

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