The world outside seems so bright,
But inside my heart is a perpetual night,
Everything is a chore, nothing feels right,
Even the sun seems dull without its might.
The weight on my shoulders seems immense,
A numbing pain with no recompense,
My mind like a dense and gloomy forest,
Every step feels like a struggle, a conquest.
The world moves, but I am in slow motion,
The storm in my heart reads like a dark emotion,
I fake a smile, but inside is a commotion,
And the weather report for me is always an erosion.
I don't know how to let the light in,
Everything seems like an obstacle or a sin,
I try to convince myself to begin,
But lose the battle before I even begin.
My mind is my battlefield, my heart a cage,
I want to break free but feel lost in its maze,
I pray, I meditate, I try to engage,
But the hurt, the sorrow keeps coming in waves.
Feeling down is not just sadness
It's a fight with yourself, a form of madness,
But I hold on, hoping for a dawn of gladness,
For I know that this too shall pass, and it shall happen.
BINABASA MO ANG
Verses Of The Heart
PoetryWords woven into verses, emotions spilled onto pages. Open the covers and explore the world of poetry. •A collections of poems for when i have the spare time to write them.
