I see the dots suspended in air
I reach out to touch them
But they're not really there
Then what was that?
The room starts to spin
But then, so does earth
What is the big deal
I ask myself holding me head
Guess I'm just dizzy
I think as I walk back
And take a seat
And hold mom's hand.
"Let's go home." She says
I shake my head
Unable to bring out even
A single syllable out of myself.
The stairs warp and twist
Look like a mountain to me
That I had to climb
If I wanted to escape.
My legs go lifeless
My vision completely black.
I hear the words of comfort
But can't respond back.
I sip water slowly
From a red glass they gave me
Red..ah..the most bipolar color..
Colour of love as well as war.
I feel the chilly wind
Hitting my nape
Dripping with sweat
Make me shake like a leaf that's dead.
I try to stand up
To fight the dark spots
Obstructing my vision
But can't, hits the realisation.
I fall back down again
Too weak to do anything
But breathe, uselessly,
And blink and blink.
After sometime when I stand,
I realise how weak I am.
But I got through somehow
When I felt I was gonna die.
I'm weak, so weak...
Or... Am I?
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Sad Beautiful Tragic
PoetryJust some poems/songs I wrote when I was getting bored or emotional or whatever... I wrote first few of them long time ago when I wasn't very good at this so... don't judge me plz XD
