When death becomes sweet,
Know our story is supposed to end,
All our sins are coming back,
Just the way karma promised.
The only hope is the last breath,
And we get busy in naming so,
Thinking the current breath is last,
Thinking we would've repaid loss.
How naive are we, I am confused.
We laughed in pain of others,
And now we hear laughters all around,
Just the way we didn't want to.
It is so scary, all these feelings.
They call it guilt or maybe conscience,
But whatever it is, ain't that sweet.
Life should end right when death becomes sweet.
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There Was A Feeling
PoetryWhile so many things could've changed, I wanted to decide I'll always be the same. But why is it so difficult? ------- This book is the poetry book with poetries highlighting topics anxiety, depression, self-doubt, heartbreak and many more such fee...
