Lying down on arid pieces of logs
The vision blurred from a thin white cloth
I could hear the moaning and grieving of my kin
I see my corpse, worthless, useless
People preparing for burial
I see fake faces all around the yard
Those fake consolidating tears
My parents hoping for a miracle
Attached threads, keeping me suspended mid air
Impeding me from
letting go of my corpse
Shackled in pain, filled with regrets
It’s all coming back with a blink
A moment of epiphany
Those futile hours, wasted talents
Unpersuaded dreams,
unachieved goals
Culpable decisions, deceiving
All coming back to now
The hopeless optimist in me still has some spark left
Longing to wake up
Carving to be alive
Live my life
Achieve all those dreams, take those decisions I never took
Tell my deer one, that how grateful I am
But now I shall have this regret
for eternity
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