Coastal shelf

since you were a fucked up shadow
cornered in coastal shelf of misery,
you try to add your bit of deep shit
in the small and big hours of nights.

parents had fucked you into being.
you were no less to blame for liver
now lying in its state of drowsiness.
you’ll add your shit to coastal shelf.

(Echoing thoughts and words from Phillip Larkin’s poem “This Be The Verse”-)

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