Ounce of Agony
Sep 5, 2018 · 1 min read

A poem.
It is dazzling outside,
And inside.
Am a prisoner.
Accused Charges?
Murder.
Killing of my own self,
In the process of self-interrogation.
The body is lying down.
Staring me with hope.
But I’m your murderer,
And I can’t give you any more hope.
Is it Devaluation of self
Or
Putting self into other dimension ?
