Saturday, February 29, 2020

I will Adapt

I close the door and cry
cry and cry and cry
suppressing the scream in my voice
till my eyes feel dry

and no more tears flow
the sobbing becomes slow
when nothingness grasps over me 
and it feels hollow.

It's all over deep down
fake smile below a frown
forced exchange of words
eyebags black and brown.

A dream cherished not long ago
now scattered ready to let go
pretence and role-play ahead
for the mutual obligations we owe.

2 comments:

  1. Amazing poetry , aptly describing everything .Great work

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  2. Thanks so much for reading my poem and dropping a comment.

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