Living Inside a Coffin
Inside a coffin, yet I breathe…
Surprised! For I had woven my own wreath.
My body was by nobody murdered
It was life itself that surrendered.
To life I think I gave my best
Put up the happiest face no matter what it’s jest!
A lesson for me though I learnt it late
Nobody has power, it’s you who writes your own fate.
The fear of losing the ones’ I love the most
Chased me everywhere like an unseen ghost!
The universe like a genie reading my mind:
“what ever in her heart let her find!”
In my heart was a plethora of fears,
Of losing more people, ensuing more tears.
Who says life is complicated? I believe it’s as simple as that:
What you most want you never get!
Making a last wish I pray for death,
Lying inside my coffin, counting every breath.
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