Poem#2: Disconnected

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I've been in this same place for so many years
Hoping that one day, something different would appear
And something did, not long ago, my hopes became real
But it wasn't what I wanted, it quickly lost it's appeal

Hundreds of people behind my back, pushing me through life
The new screen for me to hide from my pain and my strife
The ruby red color of every sound when my shield got ever stronger
And yet somehow, I'm left to sit back and look at it all in wonder

I worked so long for a fraction of this, and now that all of it's here
I still feel empty, and part of me wishes that it would all just disappear
The shield that I have, even though it's not heavy, is blocking the rays of light
Protecting me from my dangers, but never showing me how to fight

This small platform that I'm standing on now feels like sinking sands
Even with all of these people here standing beside me with outstretched hands
I can't tell if I'm crazy, or maybe I'm defected
But it's now when I feel the best move is to be disconnected

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