A lonely death

He grew and grew
And filled the entire room
Like an evil balloon.
Boxing himself in a corner,
He struggled,
Grasping for breath.
 
It was success that fed
His expanding ego.
He was unlucky –
His balloon was never
Pricked by failures
Or by friends.
 
Slowly, friendless and alone
He choked and died.
No one heard
His silent sobs,
His wordless call for help,
Or his apologies.
 
***
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About Abhishek

I will let the blog speak for itself...or, at times, for me. View all posts by Abhishek

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