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
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