Thursday, March 09, 2017

Escape.

Posted by Sunaina Patnaik at Thursday, March 09, 2017

The moment of despair began with a morning of unfulfilled promises,
when everything came undone,
word by word,
inch by inch,
memory by memory,
I shook my mind as I prepared for the day,
where even the most exciting possibilities seemed sordid,
when food tasted rubbish,
and books held stories I couldn't mouth,
as the day began to progress,
the noon turned into a gloomy little evening,
with a sunset too bland,
on the dinner table, as I sat across my own reflection,
I realized that no one escapes unscathed,
from this wretched thing called love.

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