Light at the end of the tunnel - never one I saw
Mine own thought knowing well- no more trying
It learnt how to gulp in, to take mine own hand to claw
To overlook any angel it saw in the sky flying
Then why did at that moment my heart pulse again
Was it possibility it saw ?
Why when it always feared the nature of hope- always so sane
A smile it was waiting to draw.
I saw mine own reflection. Features of apprehension.
But what flies up too eagerly must fall crashing down
It must unmask what I told myself- me be my own deception.
To close out the pulses, turn out the racket around.
~Aanvi K.
18 March 21
10:25 pm
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Eigengrau
PoetryWhen you're drowning in an ocean, what do you do ? You flap your arms around, kick your legs and resurface while your breath shortens. Let's say by some miracle there's a log right there and you cling to it. Well, that log for me was the consistent...
