Engulfed by the darkness,
Surrounding all of me,
Consumed by the poison,
A disease it can be.
Lonely or desire to be alone?
depressed, or desperate is the tone?
To scream and shout what is inside,
Difficult to share,not easy to confide.
Betrayed and unfair is this life,
To slit own veins in the wrists,
With a razor or simply a knife.
Whom i owe this living to?
Why do i breathe when i inhale?
What is the use of such a journey?
When all i am destined is to fail?
All i ever want is peace of mind,
Heart and soul with all my might,
How cruel can the world be?
With everything against me to fight.
For whom i live, for whom i try,
No one around me, when my eyes cry,
This loneliness inside me is rushing,
To my heart and lungs, it is crushing,
My ability to have that one last gasp,
That minimal oxygen of purity in me,
To release my final groan of pain,
To finally be expelled and free.
While the soul lingers again,
And the same feelings arise,
This time in a universe of spirits,
Ghosts or people-them both i despise,
The innate loneliness never runs out,
The self deficient sense of doubt,
Like the lonely moon in the sky,
Surrounded by stars yet so sly,
That twinkle and sparkle so so bright,
Only the moon knows, its the dawn of the night.
Copyright © Suraj Grover | Year Posted 2017