Reciting the breaking away

Reciting a poem of pain,

as I stood on the aisle;

where happiness was on stake

it never took me long to realise i was suiciding

killing everything that was me;

crunching, every bit of laugh that i enjoyed;

slaying the smiles and slaughtering my wishes ;

I walked into a homicide ;

strangely none was heading tears, but smiles;

it was the very first time I realised,

that one could be happy, with other one’s sorrow;

breaking away into nothingness,

I just massacred every bit of happiness with a string

And not knowing, years went by when living dead seemed a habit.


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