The heat of illness is dragging me down,
I try picking myself up,
But then,
I see it frown.
Walking with an effort of
Lifting a gigantic burden
On my head.
Thinking with an effort of,
Leviathan abnormality in my thoughts.
The shaken up tragedies,
Playing card show in my mind.
The built up tears,
Of my heart becoming surfacing.
Just a bug,
Makes a man,
Not himself.
Just a microbe,
Can shake existence,
Of happy living inside.
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This is funny! :P
I hope you all will like it even then. :)
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ACHES [Wattys Winner 2015]
PoetryAin't we drowning but still floating in our complexities of love and hatred, happiness and sorrow & life and the journey. Short stories and poetry about true living i.e living through an ache and coming out of it. Want to meet my words in versatile...