The Old Me

This anthropophobic, who was once heroic
and lost to madness is now cloaked in sadness.
Everytime the old me knocked the door,
the present me quitely swore.
"Can you come in later?",
 hiding in the dark I murmured.
"Being sad is your job and you can't give up.",
the memories of old me chortled.
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~ Yashasvi Bhati
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