The Quiet Exit

Written in collaboration with Aurora.

Amidst the unsettling crowd of animals,

I still feel alone, even if you're sitting by me.

There is no cure for my loneliness.

The feeling is similar to what great poets must've felt—

that forced them to ascend from this land,

by escaping through a beautiful route called death.

It is a path with many pitfalls,

but I feel at home, drifting off into the emptiness.

It doesn't feel unlike the feeling of loss—

it comes with a sense of finality

that I have experienced before,

in some vague memory of the past.

Now, I'm floating offshore,

taking my final breath.

This poem in simple terms is about death. It's about losing a sense of everything and you feel like being stuck in a loop. I started writing this about my own loneliness, to which i feel there is no cure. Later, i asked my friend to share add her verse in it. And she helped me complete it. This poem speaks of the escapism i want and she beautifully yet in a haunting way wrote down what i was feeling. Note here that when i mentioned "great poets" i didn't meant that anyone of us are a great poet. Neither i'm trying to romanticize their pain because most people do this mistake of attributing this feeling to a writer, as if it is some sort of "aesthetic" and they are totally wrong about it. Writers are just depressed people who want death to knock on their doors.