Human - Update 2023

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Human

Sometimes, there are days 
That seem bleak,
oppressive, cloudy and grey,
When you don’t know why you are here
And can’t even seem to find a reason,
To stay.

The dazzling bouquet of flowers 
You once held in your arms
Have turned to ashes and dust.
And all that’s left,
Is just
To reset the alarm  
And do the best you can -
Or do what you must.
And if you can’t open your heart,  
Unclench your fists
And open your hands,
Though your trust
Was lost long ago 
And you feel too tired, 
To even to make a plan.

Sometimes all that’s left
Is to do what you must,
And do what you can, 
Sweep the floor, gather the dust,
Wash your hands,
Carefully make your bed
Wash the dishes and then
Clean the kids room 
Again
Buy eggs, beans and toast
Again
Because they’re coming 
At ten.
You feverishly search 
For a cigarette 
But remember you promised 
To give up
Again.

So finally you decide 
And take your umbrella
And go outside,
But your strayed eyes 
Are blurred with tears
And famished heart, 
So smothered with fears,
You don’t see 
The lush green of the park
And the pink blossoming tree.
Or the man the you used love
Waiting, 
So silent and patiently.
And even though 
You don’t have another Lover,
You are still not free.
And although you miss 
The warmth and safety of his arms
And gentle way he kissed,
Even he, 
Couldn’t repair your trust,
And so you go back
To your protective walls
And do what you can
And do what you must.

© Sangeet Portals 2022 – Updated 2023

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