Intimate | Poem

You offer unasked intimidation,

Which covers the insanity I crave,

Maybe, this is how I should live,

Seeing in the mad eyes to write.

If I’m not here whom you know,

Don’t cry to lose a monster,

I will come back,

Bathing in the blood of my own mind.

©Suraj Jangid

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