A time will come
When your mind
Shuts its door in your face.
Confuse you.
Drag you,
down the memory lane.
Suffocate you.
That time,
When you would not know
Why,the helplessness
Why,the hopelessness
Why,the sense of delusion.
But your work awaits you.
People wait for your response.
When all you would want
Is to scream your lungs out,
Into the wide void right before you.
YOU ARE READING
A Storm of Thoughts
PoetryWhy remain dormant when you can burst out and let the world know?
