SQUALOR

 

  

Inching closer to disbelief,

In the unholy trenches I lie.

Hovering around

And aspiring for nothing;

Silently I cry.

Settling and thinking

About this world and life,

Striving to keep afloat;

Sullen by anger and smitten by pain,

Holding onto a quote –

“Live and let live”

Is what the prophets say,

I’m not sure I agree.

Cause if you’re hurt and are in fear

You stoop to a degree;

Of unbearable rage

And torment locked,

Not knowing what to do

And in these emotions you find comfort,

Strange? But its true!

 

~Ayesha Prasad~

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