From the gap between the windows,
came the light
sharp and brightÂ
On the dark walls, casting my shadow.
Rolling in bed,Â
Hid beneath the covers,
In my dreams, loosing all bets.
The pillows covered with the hair I shed.
Oxygen feels lower.
My lungs getting slower.
Hearing the liquids flow
Tired of the show
my parents put up.
Every time I am rushedÂ
to the same placeÂ
with no God’s grace….
-SambhaviÂ
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