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My Life

Devoured, but still think I am winning. The game of life, ruled by me (I think)but have been played all along. Time is laughing into my hands. Singing 'the past' song.

I have compromised for conventions. By killing my feelings on every steps. Thrown myself into this wild goose chase. In hope of something I don't even think I wanted to get.

Is it too late?
Am I long gone?
Is there no hope?
The questions I ask myself every day. In silence I sleep bidding adieu to this play. To be woken up in same, again to get slayed.

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Comments (2)

An insightful poem. Through constant analysis and probing, one can find a way out of the quagmire. A very fine expression indeed. Thanks a lot, Dear Poet.
Witty introspection set aside for sober reflection. A well conceived thought provoking rendition. Thanks for sharing.