Anushna Satapathy

I bury into flesh,
Hungry for action,
It gives way under me,
And then it bleeds.
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Who am I?
What is left?
Has this cruel existence,
Broken me?
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Life is like a candle,
It burns itself out.
But oh! How it burns,
In the short time it does.
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So ends another day,
And I'm alive.
I made it through,
Atleast this one day.
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Why is there so much hate
Brewing inside me?
Bubbling and boiling,
Threatening to spill.
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Waiting for the unknown,
Struggling with my composure.
Why am I so anxious?
Why am I so restless?
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Tears burn my eyes,
Wetting the deserts,
Which have for so long remained dry that,
It feels almost peculiar to feel the wetness,
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Head pounding,
Heart beating,
Blood boiling,
Breath rushing.
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We were happy, we were free
Two sole creatures, you and me.
But it didn't last all that long,
Why was it not meant to be?
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On a fine day
Blue and white,
The skies are at rest.
Sleepy in their mindsets,
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I hear the hiss,
Of the knife, whistling
Through the air.
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The dust gathers,
All around me.
Its settling on me,
Making me sneeze.
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I stare at the walls,
Lost in my thoughts.
I don't care about,
Whatever the hell's going on.
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I see you,
You see me.
We look at each other,
And just keep on staring.
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In the hot summer morning light,
I stood looking from a great height.
And to my right there was a pack,
Of dogs, barking for a snack.
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I am not perfect.
I am not who you want me to be.

I have my faults,
I'm at peace with them.
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Frustration gnawing at my insides,
I wonder when it will end,
I am caged, my freedom outside.
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