Coffin monologue: The non-rhyming rant poem by Manasvita Sukthankar

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Coffin monologue: The non-rhyming rant poem

Manasvita Sukthankar

I love myself,

but which one?

Can I love the person that most hate?

Does she deserve the ache in her chest?

It feels like being trapped in a coffin alive,

like death is leaning by the doorframe.

If so,

I'd like it to carry me home,

and leave me on my bedroom floor to stay.

Maybe I feel safer in this coffin,

No one can get to me.

Maybe it's a shield that saves me,

but from whom?

The weight of this world?

I wonder how it’s bearing the weight,

It feels like it’s made of glass.

I wish to be as strong as the coffin,

but maybe it's…