Contortions

Stagnant,
Poignant,
And unfulfilling,
Absolving sins of past lives,
That eerie reminder,
That life is not worth the enamor,
I twist and tumble,
Broken up,
And buckling,
Just as the tide rises and falls,
So must feelings subside after all,
I tread antagonistically,
On every path I take,
Tremors of yesteryear,
Keep me awake,
The life I choose is mine to make,
And whence the moon does show its face,
I glide,
To find my only solace,
All the while,
Contorting within.

– GAURAV KRISHNAN

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