The poet: complicated


In-between life and death I am caught,
That the truth and lies I sought.
Which way to follow? I contemplate,
But in my mind I could not concentrate.

In and Out I am not okay,
But I tried to make it okay.
I wonder if there will be any opportunity,
Because all is gone due to my insincerity.

If only I could have the power to rewind,
Then I would have made things better.
Because this life is like a game of throne,
Which you don’t have to make any groan.


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