Waking up to the thuds and rush of a Monday,
I felt a lump in my throat and a weight on my chest
I was tired, withered just as after a half marathon
Sweat droplets weren't on my forehead for they were dripping all over my mind
The day had to be endless chaos but was nothing compared to the mess in my head
No fever, no infection just a throbbing tinkling pain without a meaning
I wasn't dizzy but the world was definitely spinning
My bed was that anchorless boat in the Ocean, which I feared to deboard.
Clutching to my blanket, I wished the Sun to set.. for the night to come
For the darkness seemed to calm me down.. always!! away from people, away from betrayals
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