Lost in expectations

paper boats on solid surface
Photo by Miguel Á. Padriñán on Pexels.com


I wondered once,

what my expectations were;

when I realised, I was never the one to do it,

as I was the one expected from;

burdened in those thoughts,

shattering my every step I climbed

I fell away

half the way;

unable to endure the pain ;

I decided to be suicidal;

which again, the death never expected me to be the one to accompany;

again I trailed in life ;

like a lost boat in the grand canyon ;

sailing as the wind bothered to push me along.

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