By Sristy Sharma (Vnée)
The good time make me forget
And the bad times keep me distract
So whenever it happens
It's always a sneak attack
If only I could explain the feeling
Of the pressure I feel in my breathing
Each knocking me out
Each contracting my heart
I believe there is a needle
Permanently lodged in the walls
Of my heart
And there are triggers that set it working
To put pressure and make me aware
Of the organ and the reality
Both of which I ignore in good and bad
All that my dreams refuse to register
The contingency my goals refuse to acknowledge
It makes itself known either on my highest
Or my lowest
Even sometimes when I am just there
Ticking down my numbered breaths
It aches then, along with everything else
But it doesn't relents in that moment
Marking its presence in a land of laments
And then i am to awaken
To all i have ignored
And i am to acknowledge
The sheer height left to conquer
And i am to recover
From the painful shambles
And i am to accept
My absolute or at least comparative
Worthlessness
By Sristy Sharma (Vnée)
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