‘Till the end of me’: Poem by Riya, Apeejay Stya University

Till the end of me

Is there someone I know?
So I could
Pour my heart out
And expect the world to hear

Is there something I can do?
To engage myself
In the art of being alone
And I’d rather make a world of my own

Is there a little somewhere- I can be?
Where I can be, who I wanna be
A person not so afraid of death
And I’d nudge a life on that pole

Is there a way?
To find out
A little joy
A little mercy?
Or just a bit of peace

Is there a place?
To runaway
Hide or find reassurances?
Being snagged into
A deep pit- pulling down
Till the end of me.

 Riya
Apeejay Stya University