The grills are tough
Barely any light comes through
It all melts dark
whether I close my eyes or not
My sheets fly in the name of air
and I on the other hand
think that writing could set me free
from what I could not achieve
I try to run my hands across
but end up wiping nothing good
And its scary to know
the next day is going to be another sunless morning
One night it might have rained
What's the use to dead crops
I can see the disappointment
when these birds don't find food
No sound reaches here
even these waves feel emotionless
Striking and wearing
I don't know how long its gonna last
I haven't given up for any good
My every minor trying looks useless
A trap, I built for myself
Maybe this is a setup
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PoetryA collection of poems about a perfectly happy, empty, lovely life and just struggling thoughts. Hope you like it!
