Sharp Side Of The Knife

By Ameesha Raina

We barely exist in the future and call it a living.

The future doesn't hold the door open for us.

We just are not winning.

Past is waving our mistakes like a flag,

It's catching up to us,

It's playing tag.

Why do we still hang on to life,

when we'd much rather die?

Why do we keep dancing on the sharp side of the knife?

By Ameesha Raina