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Life Cycle...

A perpetual dilemma...

By Gulraj BediPublished 5 years ago 1 min read
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To whom does this body belong?

I don’t know whose body is it

It’s the same old story,

be it night or day

I seem to have forgotten the world

or has this world forgotten me?

my mind is running riot; I’m baffled

From where is this smog rising?

My mind seems to be flooding with forgotten memories

I don’t remember anything

It’s a flood of broken memories

I seem to be losing my mind

What are these memories turning me into? (A hideous, crimson monster)

I can’t escape

I’m losing myself

It is a nightmarish dream

that keeps haunting me while I sleep

I see my body lying motionlessly in an ocean of grief

All my words are lying in disarray right in front of my eyes

Hollow bodies, fragile and mortal

Floating aimlessly like dead weights

Our bodies are wilting away like dead leaves

Exhausted, depleted, and lost

I vanish into thin air

To return, in another form...

surreal poetry
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