Slipping Away
I often find myself in darkness these days
Initially, it was like warmth of a blanket surrounding me
It felt nice, so I tugged it closer
The warmth is now suffocating
I try to move it, but it won't budge and eventually i give in
Everyday, I try running from it
But it almost feels like every step is falling, as if it were quicksand trying to pull me in
There's not a minute to breathe
I don't know if I'd drown in the thoughts or sink in the sand
Either way, surviving seems difficult
Running in the same direction for hours, it scares me that
What if there's no end to this tunnel?
And what if there was one, but I end up falling anyways?
And if at all there are many doors to this tunnel, what if the one I choose isn't the right one?
I have no control over it
There's a high chance that one of the steps might actually be steady and safe
There might be a door that might land me in a life that I dream of
Yet I can't stop running
It is so tiring and there's not a second to catch my breath
The questions provide no comfort, but there's nothing that provides comfort these days
And often I end up in the darkness hoping to find some warmth in it
Copyright © Srividhya Manapragada | Year Posted 2021
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