Another Chance
I see a massacre
of a thousand different versions of myself.
The leaves flutter,
heralding the only living specimen of myself.
I've always been a warrior
but it's a lonely night.
Sometimes i wonder, if i'd have died a thousand times
if self loathe was a lethal crime.
I deserve another chance;
its too soon to give up on myself.
Its time to give a glance
in the mirror that i hid so well.
I jumped in this hell, I'll find a way out.
What i made of me, i wouldn't doubt.
Copyright © Ziya Oberoi | Year Posted 2023
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