It pricked each time the thoughts ran
Like that demon who’d been on a chase
Not an ordinary one, it’s a monster
They say it’s about perspective
It’s true but where’s the silver lining
If perspectives are meant to be countered
I’d be crawling, not running, in circles
Because most of the time,
It’s unbearable.
– Parveen Maghera
Cha and Biscuits 