Coffin monologue: The non-rhyming rant poem by Manasvita Sukthankar
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 because it's got…
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