The Day I Died
written by: Kartik Bhatt
The day I died
was the day I was born.
The day I died
was when I caused a dispute between my parents over a cup of chai.
The day I died
was when I fought with every friend of mine.
The day I died
was when I became all alone.
And if I am really dead,
Why do I crave attention?
Why do I crave love?
Why do I crave happiness?
Why can’t I just stay dead,
dead of all the feelings,
dead of always expecting.
Why can’t I stop feeling?
Kartik is an emerging poet writing about love, loss, and the quiet weight of feeling. He is currently working on his first novel.
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