All I want to do is live my life,
Not stand in the corner afraid to step out,
My sanity now lies in the edge of a knife,
Let me be else I would jump into the abyss without a shout.
From the place where I stand at the moment,
Life seems as bleak as possible,
Every waking second is a torment,
Every dream I have dreamed seems impossible.
Caught in the flux of emotions,
the air so heavy that I can't see myself,
Seems like I have jumped in the middle of the deepest oceans,
Drowning and shouting, at a fight with my soul itself.
The facade behind which I hide, cracking,
My grip on the reality, slipping,
The zest that used to be me, lacking,
The yearning to live, diminishing.
What do I do when the ones close to me are no more there?
No closer to be the man, whom I wanted to be,
My soul has now turned into a desert; empty and bare,
An enlarging void in my heart, that no one else can see.
Impossible is the pain of the venom to bear,
Spewed at me by those who were close,
Nothing works to calm me down, no words or prayer,
As I wait in pain, for the last deathly blow.
See the cruelty of my fate,
It dances around not giving me anything that I want,
Mocking me and laughing at my state,
Whispering my crushed dreams with a cruel laugh, again and again till it haunts.
As I sit and contemplate my end,
My strength of will deserts me,
As if to humiliate, refuses me please for it to be lent,
And I curl up on the sidewalk, all alone, a prisoner who is free.
No comments:
Post a Comment