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Feb 2019
There is a struggle
that continues inside me.
I do not want to see it repeat—
and yet,
it comes before me
again and again.

I end up abusing myself.
Why do I do that?
But maybe it happens—
on whom should my anger explode?
Or in what greed
have I been trapped?

I am left
cursing myself.
But what should I do then?

Struggle—
it is a moment
that happens
between two breaths.

What kind of conversation
does it have with the mind?

And after having failed,
the frustrated inner self says—
Struggle is nothing
but a way
that has been made
by destiny,
for someone like me.
@Tapan Susheel
Written by
Tapan Susheel  50/M/India
(50/M/India)   
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