Why do I wish it to go on,
When this process is like tender green leaves?
One touch, they'd fall,
One rough pull, they'd tear.
Why do I wish to be here,
When this season is like summer?
One moment, a breath of air,
The next, the moist suffocation.
Why do I hold onto these hopes,
When they're like the monsoon?
One moment, I'll be dancing happily under it,
The next, flooding tears while soaking within it.
Such a charming dream it is to be—
But still, why do I want it?
When it is like a spring,
At first, it'll smell so fresh and pure,
Blossoming in every essence,
But with the season's end, it'd die,
Leaving only misty haze all around.
Such a fantasy it is, but why do I want it?
When it's like winter,
One day, I'm covered in snow, happily playing,
The next, buried beneath it, suffocating,
Praying for life—or death.
What a chaos it is to want
What is beyond my reaches.
What deceit, to be wanted,
When it is not meant to be!
YOU ARE READING
The Mad People's Dorm
Poetry"Mad People's Dorm" is a heartfelt collection of poetry that takes you deep into the emotions and thoughts of someone battling anxiety, betrayal, and inner turmoil. Each poem is a window into a mind that has faced darkness and is striving to find li...
