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Tuesday, 29 May 2018

Death in the Hourglass





The light is fading slowly

The image of the way ahead darkened as I tightly shut my eyes and try to move my feet  in vain

The feet that I don't feel any more

I don't know when my breathing turned panting

Every breath shortened 
Every moment the pain worsened

It was fear
Fastening its coils around me

I struggle in desperation to get out of the ever-deepening quicksand of self-doubt while the heaviness of expectations on my shoulders viciously wanting to bury me.

A competition to death it is
With those who don't share the same track
For some, it is a hard land 
Some were on a horse 
Some sat in a car
Some could sail  through 
Some just flew by
Some own the entire arena, no bother of movement

My path was different as I am so
Mine is a mire

I tried to run, compete to win
In a race to be judged successful

My wounds of past bleeding in the arena
I am the ecstasy for the bloodless half deads.
Lifeless.. mundane.. monotonous 
Screaming in joy like a screeching machine in everlasting fatigue

I can no more see a thing
The sand is already over my head
Darkness had now dawned
I only feel the leeches of insult draining my blood

My mind went numb thoughts hazy
I can only hear the world yelling "Lazy"...

Sucked slowly into the dimension of death
Peaceful.. silent.. dark.. depth

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