Quirky Thoughts Reside | Poem

Each moment of my life, I confess,

Seems like a balloon, filling itself unstopping;

I try to not let it burst, but it does worse

By spreading the deadly smoke I loathe.

Whatever my life seeks out in the world,

It may in front my eyes, teasing me to live;

Alas, I’m bored of dying and living,

Even of the people I care about more.

Deathra, you burnt the keys of that keyhole;

Remember the night you left me alive;

I regret seeking the absolute escape,

Though I ended up living the nightmares.

©Suraj Jangid


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