‘Loserville’

Lost I am in the dark, slimy woods of ‘Loserville’…
Wandering aimlessly, slipping, tripping…
I grope around and I grasp a viper
No beam of hope reach this horrid underground.

This is my ‘Loserville’ and I grope around…

I didn’t heed the wise words of friends
Now I am caged in this globe of thorny fence
Leeches, bugs, scorpians all around
Its hopelessness, fear, despair is all I’ve found

This is my ‘Loserville’ and I grope around…

I have wounds rotting
And puss oozing…
Even the pain doesn’t hurt me
I’ve gone numb
I can’t even see my sears
M not blind, but darkness prevail and I m bound

This is my ‘Loserville’ and I grope around…

My death is near,
Lurking somewhere
But the road to it
Is worse than death itself…

And I struggle in my ‘Loserville’ as I wait and grope around…

©Manashi Pathak