The Sneak Attack

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)