Handcuffed Poem by anup subba

Handcuffed



It comes,
It goes.
Yet I've nothing to show
I'm infront of it,
but all I can do is see
it, brush right by me
Waiting and watching,
is what I've been doing
All my life.
Failure I got
Success is what I thrive.
Stabbed... I'm over and again
by the knife
of these pain.

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