On my bed when blanket goes over me
I can feel the roof drop, while I sink.
It seems an endless fall has taken over me
But it halts as I close my eyes to blink.
What did I dare fall for now,
From the cliffs of the canyon?
I can't run away somehow
It's a suffocating dungeon.
The space is dark and the walls are all wet
There's a candle but missing is the spark
I search the room, to see what I can get,
To fight myself in the blinding dark.
So where did all the lovers go,
Who had promised to stand by?
Could they see me, trapped below
The silent and agonized breathing of sigh?
There were memories raked in a photograph
There are heaps of blood-penned letters.
I scratch the walls, to speak sad epitaphs
Or could I scream, and make me feel better.
This dark chamber around me
Is just the cage, of my heart beat.
I'm it's slave, but they are free
The cuts are all that I could put around it.
If there's a flame to the fire to find
I'd burn the gifts that I had got then,
There might never be a second time
To save myself from the dream again.
So my woe, you may burn tonight
I'll stand here, just to say a goodbye.
Back to bed, and I can feel the light
And see the sun reascend the sky.
The waking is the best thing I have done
But the air around me is still stirred.
Why do I fall when I always try to run?
Get up, realize, when I'm broken, hurt.
No more willing to walk away
From the evil that's too strong for me
And to a fear I'm too weak to obey
But it never can get so easily heavy.
I can carry my load alone
Return to places, I've unknown.
All my past, the pests forgone
The little child sleeping in me had grown.
©himadri_chekanidhara
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PoetryHello, there readers! For a quick introduction to my work would suit its subtitle- 'A Collection of Scattered Feelings', I have maintained no fixed mood, so that my dear readers may see beyond a specific feeling, to feel it. The moods vary form sli...
