Blank
5:00 AM : still breathing
My consciousness making sounds,
I can explain them,
But do I want to?
All vivid and lucid as it may seem,
A tap on the door,
I am alone,
Am I?
5:15 AM : still breathing
In the body,
Afflicted with agony,
The mind paces
its cage.
These ancient feelings,
Run deep to the core,
I merely a vessel,
Waiting to open
Its door.
5:25 AM : breathing still
The door, ajar,
anticipating,
A movement, a life
Anything.
And this
Blank sheet of paper,
Barely existing,
In this chaos.
5:31 AM : Breathing
Am I still?
Copyright © Manya Saxena | Year Posted 2018
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