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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