“By holding you back” – Nayana Nair

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And what do I desire
when I plant my body
in the path of storm,
when I place my hand
on your ailing nerve.

The ideas of gaining,
of becoming, of light –
the unholy invasive light
claiming all my hiding spots,
why do they seem to not matter.

The slow definite end
that I looked forward to,
whose hopes I relied on
to just breathe,
why does it seem hateful
when you are the one
moving towards it.

When my skin knows every surface
your struggling hands have grazed,
when I know sometimes
one cannot just go on,
why do I feel this all is unfair
when you are the one
who yearns to dissolve.

2 Comments

  1. mic says:

    ๐Ÿ‘Œ๐Ÿ‘Œ๐Ÿ‘Œโœ๐Ÿค—๐ŸŒน

    1. Nayana Nair says:

      Thanks a lot ๐Ÿ™‚ ๐ŸŒน

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