Journey
A knife penetrating through
My layers of sentinels
Mixes the poison
With my blood
Terrorized, lobotomized
I tread the path
Scratching the doors
No one to open
Surrounded by rocks
Bound to be crushed
Vultures pick up the pieces
Spat in disgust
Not hard enough
Could I become
Copyright © Rishabh Batheja | Year Posted 2017
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