Desolate, abandoned, without a lifeline
The nightmares, the monsters all hold me in their thrall
I am fine
That feeling of failure, worthlessness, old friends of mine
A waste of space, a burden to all
Desolate, abandoned without a lifeline
I attack myself, my failures, mistakes, weakness, intertwined
These feelings poised to erupt as I shout at the wall
I am fine
So incredibly exhausted, so incredibly appalled
The longer I resist, the further I fall
Desolate, abandoned without a lifeline
Trapped in this never-ending trial that is mine
Cold and alone, my self-esteem dropping like leaves in fall
I am fine
The light is slowly failing to shine
I slowly approach his draconic lair, his maleficent hall
Desolate, abandoned and without a lifeline
I . . . I . . . I am fine
- By Akshat Jain
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