I am standing on a border
To address a fracture or an honour
An inch away from boulder
On which depends my survival.
What if fracture embraced me?
What if my life ceased?
What if I become a misfit?
Or what if I began to get rejected?
My mind and I are often in interrogation
Sending chills and heart ache as remuneration
I am scared to be optimistic
'Cause we have been taught to be
Prepared for all losses.
My mind refuse to become favourable
And slowly all my expectations pull reverse gear.
Helplessly, I stand amidst
The deserted town with no faith.
But time doesn't stop for anyone
So I took a resolve that's most fun
Vague about the success rate
I earned, at least a journey
I don't hate.
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This is written to bring out the psychological impact of decision that mould our lives. Being on threshold of one myself I tried writing it as genuine as it can be. Let me know if you can relate to it.
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From The Anthropoid's Kernal
PuisiAmateur Poetic Collection My literal passion is refugee from reality. I write when I feel low.
