Solo
With open arms
And staring wryly
A curve on the lips,
I relish catastrophy.
The turmoil you see,
The bizzare irony;
These are just...
My accomplices really.
They say I choose
To embrace agony
When the rest crashes down...
Where else could I be?
Copyright © Jigyasa Makkar | Year Posted 2010
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