THE SPILT INK: Alive, am I?

Delved so deep in to a dream.
I got lost along the way it seems,
woke up in a nightmare.
Murmuring things I didn’t mean
and now the clock is ticking.
A pendulum of searing pain
backwards, forwards and repeat!
At least for me the pain is sweet,
to be reminded of my shortcomings to rekindle the flame of life’s deceit.
Sleepless sleeping is a curse
and lifeless living I feel is worse!
With every breath a problem unearthed,
spirit and flesh, love and hate.
I know not which will falter first,
forgive my potential for that’s what hurts
having something you forgot how to use my self worth.
My local church and any gift I had from birth.
Back to my sleepless sleep I go,
in to a realm of the unknown.
Where I break bottles with the lifeless living
and learn the dead can not keep giving.
I am alive.
I am alive.
Chetana Chaudhury
New Delhi

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