I just need some time to think straight…
My pace has been out for a long race
Just wanna play my own record in slow time
My mind falling apart, I can’t tell if am sane
My heart squeezes with passing memories
So, I just wanna hit the old train
To take me on a ride into my memory lane
The gossips on my back have its own weights...
Am just looking for the plug to let things drain
Am trynna look back at the old me
Still can’t figure out when things changed
Now you could ask me how am doing; I’ll say am okay
Cause that’s just auto-reply for those questions
Although I know my cloudy-days are here again.
I try to stay strong, but I shrink at each thunderclaps
My head overheats from the insanity of thoughts
Now I take temperature checks before I function
All my maps led to the same junction
I'm in a constant conundrum with my emotion
My words drum and echoes in my head
Regrets…regrets craws at me each day
Am trynna find my way, but my torch too faint to see the path
I’ve lived in denial so am haunted
All my emotions are lies
All my words aren’t sober
The clouds still floating over my head
I keep drowning in the water made from my ice-walls
Am caged in my mind with no walls
Am sold-out with no gold
Am heartbroken with no love
Am deluded with no vision
I have expressions with no emotions
I have become who I am
I am me
So, I’ll wash my face in wait for the morning
I have reflected cause my heart was bitter
I could not tell of my love held captive
Cause my legs were too cold to move
My hands too weak to carry
My feelings were too heavy to express
My words too faint to be voiced
But all have been charades and facades
Envisioned so I may experience growth
From pain, I gained, I retained and I retrained
A personal upgrade I’ve attained
With honesty to my lips
With purity of heart
With the clarity of emotions
Only then can I escape the enchantment I’ve pledged myself with
Only then will I see the rainbows of the world
Only then will I again have clear skies
Only then will I be truly free.
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THE CLOUDY DAYS
PoetryHis world ? is in the clouds n when sad the expression from his heart must still flow into words
