It's so grim,
all the lights are out,
17th floor in the never ending tower
No exits, the fire alarm's ringing,
I can feel all the insects crawling.
Hand on my ears,
Head, tucked between my knees,
Screaming out loud to nullify the noise,
If it can't get better then why did it get worse?
Run into the walls and break yourself apart!
I might have the strength, but I think,
I have lost the will..
I feel a hand in my strangled up hair
It's warm amidst the cold
It's soothing amidst the burns
I search for a face, just to find none
I don't want it to leave me though..
Stood up again,
this time to look around
Tripped on something in the dark
and hit the ground
Laying there with the dim red fire alarm light,
I could see it..
White, they were in that dusty room
Long, covering most of the floor
Wings attached to me, it was now that
I could see..
Spread 'em out,
one stroke and the dust blew off
second sent the insects flying apart
My feet no longer felt the floor,
the chains had somehow disappeared
If a door closes shut on you,
break it down,
don't wait for another one to open up.
Flew straight up in the never ending tower
cuz however long, maybe a tunnel,
I know for now,
at the end, it will be brighter.
That hand in my hair
had imparted me a power
And I'll keep going on
till the end of time
I'll keep going on
till the end of me.
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2021: It's a feeling
Poetry2021 is more than just a "year" and a wild rollercoaster which is not going as we would have wished for it to be. In this collection of short poems/songs I got to express all those ineffable feelings that used to haunt me and somehow penning it down...
