I have to ask
The tiniest murmuring of my heart
Why do you bounce and frolic so
Are you restless to be caged
Or have you found a playground
Do you want to break free
Of all the turmoil and anxiety
Or are you pleased to abound
In tenderness and empathy
Is the world a bit too rough
Or have you learned to live such
That nothing matters so much
I want to write but how do I
In the cacophony of turmoil
The daily grind refuses to end
In lost tranquility, amidst anxiety
Thoughts are tangled, jumbled
Words lie shattered, untended
Unspoken, crushed, defeated
At the bottom of the vessel
Crumbling like sand, alluring,
Yearning, yet to be embraced
By the ocean waves, encased
Lingering for a chance to blaze
As treasures that can only elate
Sometimes I wrap myself in
A gloomy blanket of thoughts
For what else can I do
When I cannot shed this
Heaviness of doubt, anxious bouts
That creep into my silence
Smothering me with disdain
Like a languorous python;
I lay in the darkness,
Wondering what I did to gain
This onerous companion
Crushing me from the inside
I tripped over my dreams
Sprawling on the rug
As I stepped out of bed
Unrested, nursing anxiety
From visions splattered
Across the dark walls;
Clouding my head
As I struggle to remember
Nights of sweet slumber
When the dreams were pretty;
Now, they lie gasping
For breath, to remain alive
As our world turns into
A living nightmare!
Well, it’s done now;
Carrying all the burdens
Of the world on lean shoulders
Has finally bent my back
The weight of anxious thoughts
Presses against my chest
A weakened heart throbs
Tries to pick up lost beats
As cold perspiration beads
Glisten on a furrowed forehead
It seems I have played my part
Of being born a human
Destined to bear witness
To a dead Earth, a decaying mess!
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