By Kalyani Warrier
Wandering amongst the crowds
Of my bustling city in array,
Consumed by the cloudiness of
Wanting to blend in,
But wanting to fade away.
Entering the four-walled doom’s den
And shutting the entire world out,
The vacuum is filled with my sigh
Of deep desperation
Yet, deep despair.
I somehow open my eyes
To a rope between my hands, lowering onto my neck,
As I fixate my gaze
To my precious picture wall,
Still, allowing my hands to tag along.
Suddenly, a thud is heard by the janitor outside.
By Kalyani Warrier
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