Cutting Edges


Its been ages, I did not lift a finger

Fingers now numb, complain of pain

I hold my hands in light and see the lines

I am old.

Where did the time go? It flew like the birds in the sky

A distant speck in the vast blue

The emptiness of my room, reflecting the hollowness of life

The pointlessness of it all.

Why stay alive when you know you are dying?

The lines are deepening, skin fading to wrinkles

Cutting edges where I can, smoothening it out

The more I untangle, the more it tangles me.

Its a loop, my edges are sharp

Cutting myself, cutting you out

Its life, ladies and gentlemen, for you, on a silver platter.

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