Low-lying clouds, threatening to close in;
Ominous, and smothering life out of life;
No one should be condemned, ever,
Even one’s enemies, to this destiny.
Life confined to the tiniest space,
Imprisoned in the deepest dungeons of the mind.
Never to find an opening, nor a sliver of light;
Escape is a dream that has ceased to occur
Shuffling precariously on the edge of self-destruction…
Survival is not even an option.

By |2018-12-10T11:12:55+00:00November 4th, 2014|Poem|2 Comments

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  1. Kokila Gupta November 6, 2014 at 7:24 am - Reply

    Beautiful ! AND on risk of repeating myself – One of the BEST blog description i have come across till date !! wishes, kokila 🙂

  2. Jeena R. Papaadi November 9, 2014 at 5:39 pm - Reply

    Thank you.

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