Whispers of the Deep
The night was dark,
the night was deep.
I was standing next to the ocean,
listening to your cries as you all were drowning in the race.
I too took a jump into the water so cold.
Soon, I realized I was at the bottom of the floor.
I pushed myself as hard as I could,
but the ocean currents opposed my motions and made me slow.
I prayed to God to give me a second chance.
I again tried reaching up to the surface,
but soon I realized
I would be hated by the same faces.
Once again, I decided to set myself free,
but this time I was tied by my own lies,
hanging by the strings of my own expectations.
And yes, once again, I knew that these were my own creations.
Goodbye.
Copyright © Abhinav Sharma | Year Posted 2024
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