Escape prose poem

Uploaded by Shrutika Bhatt

It’s dark and deep
Desperation dies in the lap of disappointment
The muffled drum still beats
I still breathe
But that feeling of being alive
I guess I dropped it somewhere during the struggle
That august night and now it’s gone
I fight myself everyday
I am my biggest enemy
My memory takes me down
to those never before seen roads
and I feel something breaking inside me
I dope myself at night
to escape that excruciating journey
that reminds me of my perfection
that I had long before I turned into a poet

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