My thoughts are forlorn,

My heart is filled with blue,

I’m tired and I’m torn

Between my faith and the devil’s due.

Sometimes I want my life,

Less than I want my death.

Yet, when I dive into the ocean,

I keep holding my breath.

It’s funny how this blue

Is killing me slowly,

But this water and my heart

Make me alive, and make me holy.

So maybe I’m not hopeless,

Maybe hope is hard to find;

Maybe if I push a little harder,

I’ll find hope inside my mind.

I might’ve hit the rock bottom,

But maybe I can restart;

And I might’ve lost everything,

But I can still hear the beating of my heart.

I thought I wanted the ending,

I thought I wanted my last breath to leave;

But the water and my faith,

Showed me just how much I like to breathe.

Poet:- Miss Mokshika Sharma.
Age:- 18 yrs
City:- New Delhi

13 thoughts on “Deadly Blues

  1. it was really cool how the language you used at the end was mirroring what you said in the beginning but reversed, showing how the power dynamic you began with had flipped”, then they enrich me and my own experience of my own poem. I know that they have not only listened without complaining, but analyzed my words in a way that shows interest. They may also have added something to my understanding of the work.

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