Monday, November 16, 2020

Deadend

 



She is going through 

A very weird phase

As if she has got stuck 

Between the walls

Anxiety is ruling

Her every breathe

No particular reason

To pinpoint and to blame

For the bouts of

Apprehensions and doubts

Maybe the cage is getting

On her nerves.

Most of the times

She moves around

Like a zombie

No sense, no goal

She finds herself wrecked and stuck

Inside the messed walls.



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