tell me,
when the red ink had already signed away my name in the book of fate
why did my hands shake to hold a pen and scribble emotions on white page?
tell me,
when the stethoscope had already formed the noose around my neck
why did my breathes decide to cloud memories through words escape?
tell me,
when the white coat was already hanging by my shoulders,
why did my body crave to remold my bones and adorn itself in form of a book with shallow moments?
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alas,
it was all a curse.
a curse to feel everything so deeply as it soon got embedded into my wild thoughts.
it rusted the hopes and bloomed flowers of self realization and futile goals.
the bees of courage and confidence danced all around the lilies and daisies,
sucked the nectar of this play of poetry.
the honey of new dreams and achievements dripped from the honeycomb for my lips craved and longed for its taste on my tongue of bitter truth.
yet,
as i tried to gulp down the fluid,
my throat suffocated itself from the air of expectations and sacrifices, they had made.
the honey escaped my mouth through the tears in my eyes,
and everything felt like a garden of roses except the graveyard within me
trying to break free.
