where do i look for the lost habit of believing
that the shadows may keep me safe?
what happened to the mirror i broke & crushed
to escape from my own trusted image?
why does the horizon remind me of unspeakable
truths and this nefarious need for pain?
how can i know if this is what they call living?
how do i get out of here without leaving?
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© Anmol Arora
Day 14
(Inter)National Poetry Month
HA's Place 
Self interrogation… I think at some point if time it happens with everyone. Nicely depicted..
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How did you get inside my head. i would have thought these same thoughts a million times, though not as perfectly spoken.
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