Pray to the Death

i feel like being left alone

i love being alone, i love my peace

yet contradicting this case is

where alone is antithetical to alone

i carry the burden of my dead dreams

looking for a cemetery under the trees

caught in the maze and in between my wishes

death doesn't comes to me even when i pray for it

Written on- February 27, 2025; 9:15pm.

This poem is part of "Fire in My Dreamland: A Poetry Series". This poem is related to another poem of mine called "Cemetery of Dreams".