Memory

Whenever I see my bedside, I think about dying.

The sky was falling down,

drop-by-drop;

& I, extended my hands out,

trying to catch each piece.

Together, I placed those pieces-

right in my eyes;

& they rolled out- down my cheeks,

as I was staring, blankly,

blankly- at my bedroom floor.

Near my bed, on the ground,

I lied, exhausted,

almost two years ago.

Crying, screaming, raging: silently.

I closed my arms

and hugged myself;

& wished to stop my seasons;

I wished to end my being.

But what a coward dog

can probably achieve?

Definitely not something it desires.

I closed my eyes & felt-

the drops, sliding down my cheeks.

Two years ago; the sky fell down;

drop-by-drop; piece-by-piece.

-VrC

Author's Note

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-Verc