By-Ayushi Mona
The worst pangs of loneliness
Felt in a crowd.
Consuming seconds of sadness
When you see
All you wanted
No longer for you to be.
The monotony of the chiming bell.
Enforcing routine on a world so free.
Hungering for a kiss
Aching for a touch
Wanting to see what being loved means.
Angry retaliation then
For the pain you have seen
Then forgetting it, whispering, that's not me.
Thirsting to achieve
All my dreams.
Afraid to be,
So I cut my wings.
These,
These
are
things I feel.
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