Am going down,
no.. am not falling,
no.. am not drowning,
just thinking,
bit after bit,
just sinking,
in my seat.
So much so that,
lips have reached to the bottom of scar,
after drying up by licking it so much.
So much so that,
ears have reached to the bottom of throat,
to listen to the bottled up words.
So much so that,
mind has reached to the bottom of heart,
after being raged by it pounding so fast.
It ain’t a suicide of will,
but,
a tired soul trying to justify body’s heartbeats
❤
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