Veil of Despair
death does not comes to me
Even when I pray for it
I'm coward
My body freezed and hands paralysed
In the inside,
my life is torturous and tormenting
On the outside,
I believe there exist a better place for me
I'm stuck between death and life, my view blurry
My soul dead, head full of Death wishes
Is it called living?
Copyright © Maanvinder Pilania | Year Posted 2025
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