Life - A noose

 Life feels like a noose

Tightens and tightens

Making breathing difficult 

Then it eases for a short while

Again tightens more than before

It's a trap, there's no escape

Can't live can't die

Just go through the grind

With every ounce of what I have

It's the toughest journey 

Everything seems like a myth

An impossible dream

There's no love 

Even kids seem like they'll strangle me

They struggling itself also tightens the noose

Around my neck

Colleagues, parents, children, relatives

Everyone presses one or the other nerve

Still continuing with this life

Breathing, sleeping, eating

Gosh this is insane

I'm tired and would want a happy space

Forever and never come back 

To anyone I know

Never want to wake up from death

Let the whole world go to hell 

Let it rot and burn as I bid good bye

Never ever to see anyone again

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