A bad day is peppered with accidents and misfortune
Like a song out of tune
Nothing is in sync
The timing, the emotions, the efforts and even people; all unlink
Dealing with this endlessly
A misery, that catches up easily.
Growing tired of being drained
Lost, alone and entrained.
Yet, the tears clouding the eyes
Pronounce a feeling like the sweetest of lies,
That a whisper of hope still prevails.
Beyond reasoning; without praises and hails,
How and why does this soft murmur survive
Wishing to know, even thinking, that it'd be better if it didn't thrive.
However, this luxury doesn't exist
Unless until this listless thrum dissolves into a melodic twist.
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Scribbled Echoes
PoesíaPoetry based on the everyday attempt to be and do better. Just day in and day out happiness, sadness, fears, and hope. I hope it resonates with you as much as it does with me.
