
Come,
dwell within my mind
for a day,
and
watch the demons
howl their lungs out.
Now and then,
screaming my futility.
I try to obstruct my ears
from these venomous melodies
yet fail miserably
every time.
I have come to realize,
feeling insanely deep is a curse,
a malevolent force possessing colossal claws
that clutch my happiness and tear it apart.
I have birthed this curse on my own,
and now
I live with it
and die with it
every day.
perhaps I am just going mad again.
- TAMANNA SHARMA
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