Trapped in the cocoon, unable to breathe
My bent legs hurt, uneasiness and queasiness
My colourful body trapped in an achromatic disease
No sun shines here
No moonlight falls
No stars ablaze in the sky
No companions to call
It is the curse of my existence
Something a part of life
Yet I wish it none, even of my kind
The darkness scares me
I feel wasted
The clock ticking by
What use is this?
Eager everyone is to jump into this trap
Am I the only misfit who can see this bane in its form?
I curse and cry every day
Hopeless, lazy, squandering away
Agony I have embraced, accepted it as a way of life
I don’t have the courage to go against it all
Neither let it be and put my existence on stall
I beg and pray day after day
For this dead stop to fade away
And finally the day comes, I realize
I just got liberated as a butterfly!
Brilliant poem! Can completely relate to the caterpillar. Nicely written, and really nice vivid imagery :) :)
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