Is She Really That Angry?

Why Is there no killer on the road?
The watchful stare of the night.
And All I can hear Is her voice cursing me.
Is she really that angry?
That she wants me dead.

She doesn't even want to talk.
What am I even doing here?
Why do I find peace In the unusual way?
Why Is It the passing wind that blows me away?
Why Is It Curiosity to find music In the air?
Why do I hate that I'm moving away?
And She doesn't seem any different
But still why does her name brings me the music everyday?

In the stillness of the hateful love
Don't turn your eyes around
Just stare Into her eyes
Or you wont survive
You wont know when to run.
Stay focused.
Or you'd be dead.




Poetry by Manish Pokharel
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Written on 2018-08-08 at 20:14

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