Off day
Off Day
I try to write
And describe the colours of spring
But apart from my shoulders
Knotted and tight,
I can’t seem to feel - anything.
The sun may be smiling bright
But in my head, a heavy cloud
Blocking the promise
Of warmth and light.
And the words
In a handed down shroud,
Say I will always be worthless
And what I want, is just not allowed.
This weather inside
Seems too cold and bleak
For the “How are you” World outside.
And all I really want is to sneak,
Back to bed and hide.
I know I won’t,
But again weary and bleary eyed
And comfortably numb
I pretend,
To not hear the distant hum
Of my soul like a lion once proud.
And blend,
Into the grey of the crowd
And I try avoid to descend
Down to the misfit
That only wants to shout
And scream out loud.
Sangeet Portals 2024
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