If only...
DISCLAIMER: My poems are in fact condensed moments of heightened emotions. Penned here are bleak and dark thoughts that strangely leave me happy but might seem suicidal. But this is not how I feel for days at a stretch or even hours. This process is cathartic. In fact, it can be described as healing at the mouth of the monster, if you may. It is at the end of such thoughts that the contrasting reasons for living come to the forefront. Sometimes after a lot of teasing, sometimes almost immediately. But that is ok...For I find courage despite my dark thoughts....or maybe due to it. Go figure:-).
If only I could
die
So as I lose mobility in my limb
I could, into your arms,
If only I could succumb
To darkness, so I could see
The flashing of your bright smile
If only I could fall
Into the spiral
of emptiness
To vanquish the void within me
If only I could
end,
So I could
start in your presence
There where clocks
don’t have hands
If only ….
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