Oct 2018
It was day after day,
When he found a tiny way..
Every night after night,
With a life full of light..
Living dreams after dreams,
Holding breaths full of screams..
As he breathe every breath,
He stepped closer to his death..
Longer sleeps in his bed,
Tired eyes, glittering red..
Thin skin, bony bed
Shorter days, full of med..
It was days after days,
That he found no lively ways..
It was breath after breath,
That he screamed himself to death..
That's life, live while you can!
Anjal Singh
Written by
Anjal Singh  20/M/India
     Sparkle in Wisdom, emnabee and Fawn
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