An Alive Corpse

 

We Allow Ourselves-

To resonate in spaces where our voice goes unheard

To endure in places we don't feel belonged

To grind our asses off for work

To boast our sacrosanct accomplishments

To bloom in environments fatal to our well being

To immune ourselves to toxic environments to survive in sweet spots

To rodomondate about things we have a lukewarm interest in

To have an itching palm even if it annihilates our psyche

To unceasingly prove our worth and yet feel worthless

Coz we are-

A slave of orchestrated lies

a feast for hungry headhunters

a victim of cynical theories

a pawn for our mistaken monarch

a puppet of fallacious credences

a rattlebrained resource

a suave sycophant

"An Alive Corpse"