Poetry

The Walk

By- Medha Godbole Singh

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I walk and walk
Till my muscles scream
My tendons tear apart
I walk and walk
Till my thoughts
Completely consume me
My mind running amuck
I walk and walk till
My breath gives way
And everything around me goes numb
I walk and walk
Till the voice in my head goes dull
Replaced by a lull, perhaps
Before a storm
I walk and walk
Till the balance is restored
and I have conquered the storm

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