A second umbilical cord
I hang on no not life
For survival
Just to keep ticking
Till sign away bonds
I cycle away
I dialyze what can’t be stored
Dead living ties
Cold dying sentiments
Miserly measured coffers
Helpless human healers
Marvel Medical Mir'e'-acle
A while
Then boredom
Human sentiments wilt
I watch them tire, emotions wane
Better burn ashes
Than survival mode
I choose the breath cut
Fall
A phoenix guilt rises!
No words...just made me read it all at one go.
ReplyDeletevery clear writing.I can understand.
ReplyDeleteSowmya, clear? well then it is.
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