Gathering my fragmented self

The ceaseless endeavors that I pull myself through
To be at the receiving end of mute dialogues
Followed by a sense of extreme lowliness.
This isn’t me, introspection gives evidence enough.
It soared like a full-fledged tide,
tasted the shore
But now I fear it’s time to ebb away
For it’s the tranquility that is admired,
And not the convulsions.

The bell has been rung, announcing the doom
Being ripped apart, I struggle to recede.
I take back a few bits of you
To adorn my precious with these rare oddments.
Some part of me though, will remain behind…
Let it fester
Where I once existed in fragments…

Lets see how far you can go...

How far will you be able to sustain in dis void...your life.You have already waded through half of it..and now that you realize,what did you come here for??You try to find the answers,but for the terrific turmoil of the ocean ,which drowns it all.You would feel as if someone is strangling you...the stifling milieu thwarts you from getting any further.What would you do?There's no way out.Introspect,where exactly did you go wrong...hmmm...but all that you behold is the horizon,an illusory ending.The quagmire that you stand upon constantly sucks you in.There is a potent Void that exists underneath,that rots like a festering wound.You aren't even audible now...its all dark...lets see how long will you be able to sustain...