At times I get suffocated of
The surrounding; the people around;
The bright lights; the dark nights;
The air I breath; the feeling that slips;
Most of all, I get tired of myself;
I feel like dying; spend light years crying.
All I want to do now is run;
Run away from everyone;
Build a place where no attachment rely;
No betrayals, not a single lie;
But my body with no feet
Doesn’t let me move an inch;
And that’s where life has its own cliché!
#FailedAttemptOnPoetry || © Khushboo Shah (ksDiary)
P.S. Haven’t been around lately for I’m trying to pour most of my creative juices in writing book. But I do read the amazing stuff you people post! 🙂