Every night before i sleep
i hear a voice from my inner deep
saying what it had already said,
it says that all is lost and i am dead.
but i believe all is not lost
have to fight at any cost
all my emotions and tears are now dry.
emotions make people weak, its like an aeroplane,s fuel tank with a leak
flying over mountains where chances of survival is bleak.
will i make it?
cant say now.
have to do it anyhow.
the unkown fate remains so as we cant forsee
seems like death's a mercy.
Have spoken a lot and nothing more to say,
just one last quote:-
I DIE EVERYDAY.
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