Cold Breeze
Why is it so cold over here?
Is it the frost in my chest or the chill in the air?
All these hurdles are grueling to bear.
With the warmth of the sun still above my head, pain breaks into the holes and spreads everywhere.
Seeping through the soul and into the mind, the chills swirl around the corner, accumulating tears and despair.
Hopes and desires succumb to the potent and slowly disappear.
With fingers crossed and prayers unheard, I often retire to opt for a smile to wear.
Tears hide deep beneath, with a smile deceiving the reality and proving it's not a nightmare.
Happiness has a price here that is too hard to spare.
As roads lead to an unknown path and my soul yearns for known peace, I have nothing more to share.
Why is it so cold over here?
No, it is not because of the atmosphere.
It's the frozen stare of my future self still living in uncertainty and despair.
Why?
It's even colder here.
Copyright © Vigneshwari Natarajan | Year Posted 2024
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