Ink stains possessed
gaze over a precipice
gauge the depth of their fall,
With eyes wide open
and a brain on autopilot
I walk the same as I crawl;
Lack of sleep, no rest in sight
I cruise through life
stalled,
I need to finish
make it to the line
with the demons of a lifetime gnawing at my mind.
They seem appalled.
They seem appalled.
By: Viraj Belgaonkar