Unread | Poem

It wasn’t the first time

When things turned dark,

When feelings seeks out,

When impulse loses control,

When I hide beneath my face;

Deathra, it was the last time,

I try to know what I feel anymore.

Listen, before you go apart

From mind and body, take rest,

I know you never read the scripts

Still, you come for a chance

To plant a flower in dark garden of anxious.

Let me sleep, tonight, I don’t seek you,

I’m dying again to born a different monster;

Do you hear the night screams for help?

If don’t, take a chair and rise another day.

©Suraj Jangid


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