Everyday I open my eyes,
And I look at the world around,
Covered in lies.
Stringing along hundreds of lives.
Here I stay, wrapped in my cocoon,
Too afraid to step outside.
I try and try as I might,
Struggling to break free.
Of my imprisoned mind.
Somewhere out there,
Someone holds the key,
But here I am,
Screaming,
Where no one can see.
What do I do ?
When the world seems...
To come crashing down , all around me ?
Have I no say in things anymore?
I Scream,
What feels like the hundredth time,
Yet no one can hear me, in this freakin' mind.
People move on,
As if they don't care.
Immune to my stares.
My words do not reach their ears,
They shut it out, like their worst fear.
Here I am in this desolate place,
Not alone, putting up my case.
Long ago have I stopped to care,
My eyes are dry,
Not a single salty tear,
My voice has been drowned.
My throat has gone sore,
My heart is black , to its core.
Is that what you wanted all along ?
Well here I am ,
Another broken soul.
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Strands of Time
PoetryA collection of feelings, hurts, experiences and lessons learnt, felt and lived. A road woven in time for 9 years and continuing. Information for Readers: You'll notice in the titles, the poems run from "Class 7 to Class 15", I started writing from...
