Craven life beseeched me to lie
in its cushy cradle and flaunted
its promise of tranquility.
A moment's interruption in
determination did me in.
I went against the grain
And I vaulted hurdles galore,
I knew I had to be on guard
without a moment's interregnum
To thrive as per my whims.
I didn't want to dance to the tunes
that are set by this merchant
of uninterrupted menace.
I felt I would rather disappear
into thin air than be fallible.
But I let myself down and
before a blink I was in the trap
And now I am in the cradle of
crumbling expectations with sleep
devouring me into non existence.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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