Written By – Neha Gupta (Author of “Phases of Moon”)
Dark are the clouds of pessimism,
Darker than the starless night.
Oh Lord! I cannot see through it any more,
The smog of emptiness is chocking my soul.
The big ‘D’ has blocked my mind to the light and happiness,
And has made me numb to all happy factors around.
I feel burrying my face into my soul and never get up,
to face the odds, that chill my spine through.
The fury, anger, anxiety have become the devils of my heart,
Busy corroding me inside, making me feel to end the strife.
A strife between my dearies and the ascending mounds of emptiness.
For a moment, I am sane
And again it’s the same drenching pain.
It kills, it makes me still every second,
Makes me think, if I am the same person, loved and lovable,
Am I the same creature, whose smile would light up lives?
I want to pull myself out, before the big ‘D’ gulps me in,
Burdening me more with the guilt and sin.
I need that light of love and hope,
That can carry me through this dark
And lead me to contentment, peace and love.
Peace, that I can make with my soul
And feel the world lively and whole.
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