Wide eyes open all night, I stare at a barren land, Thoughts running to a fight, Is there even a fine line. No wrongs or rights, In a half awake state, I spend my days, Running, stopping and running again. Half blind to who put me to this race, Losing breath, Losing fun, but the price gambled was a ton. So I'll run not at my pace, But till my legs break, Now used to this empty gaze, And a repeated phrase. I walk lone or together, Finishing my race, And living my half lived days.
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Mishthi Shukla is a 15 years old Student.
“I write poems to escape the world, I dream to heal people.”