Posted in Poetry

That kills you so easily

I wondered in an endless hyperloop,
How could it kill me so easily
The way it had revived me
From the ashes of the sun, bright
From the darkness of the fire, it burned with,
And I had revived every morrow after,
With the same fire, and light,
To be killed on the verge of immortality?
Anxious drowning in the pool of self-created grief,
Self-Inducted harm, and weightlessness devoid,
And in the while of measuring the depth,
I had drowned.
So did my revival, the ashes and immortality.

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Author:

A freelancer, hopeless romantic, loves adventure and also an admirer of some lone time with coffee. Can't live without my diary and my phone. A big drum of emotions as I like to call myself, I am cheerful, humorous, and I love dancing. I have a lot of interests from being a hardcore Football enthusiast and a Manchester United fan to Speaking to an audience, sharing something close and revolutionary to me. I love adventure and can't be curtailed under house arrest. Nature, new minds, new surroundings are what I live for.

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