In the Dark and Lonely Days

In the dull and lonely days I hate to wake my soul up from the bed of goofy thoughts as I see my hollow abdomen refraining to produce hunger juices and my eyes dripping the waters of yesterday's blurry thoughts. Windows are too far to reach out now but my terrible wishes dragging me to look those aristocratic nature oozing the beauty of love with a hope to insert resilience. Here, I am lying with a broken entity failing to continue with the flow, and hopping in the groups of unpaired filth and despair. I tremble in the fear of sitting in a matchstick chair, "no chance of survival", it leaves me restless with its hushed voice. The fear of repeated falls sinks me down everytime in January's unfamiliar snow layers. In the dull and lonely days, I feel an uncherished love eats me up like a cannibal, first starting with my heavy brain it wraps the whole body up and I sigh seeing my chewing gum like body bursts in laughter wearing the padded outfit to conceal the shrunken body, howling skin, swayed heart and decaying entity. ~ ©storytellersuchismita