Poetry

A Thousand Times

Everybody wants to go to heaven
But nobody wants to die,
How ironic it is
Hopes keep us breathing
Just to kill us in the end ;
                                               
Finding peace in the silence of long nights,
Fighting the monsters in mind,
There’s emptiness inside our heads
That no one dares to dwell;
                                         
Why explore the universe
When we don’t know ourselves;
                                         
I can’t fear death
No longer
I have already died
A thousand times!
                                         
~Kanishka. S 
India

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