As I sit and ponder,

Looking at the yellow, flower curtains,

What has life become now?

Did I turn in the wrong lane?

After so many days, I feel pain,

Eyes burn, hands weak,

Stomach hollow, joints ache,

Soul empty, everything tweaks.

So many thoughts go through the mindless pastures,

Desperately trying to find something with hope,

Something to cling on to for sanity sake,

Something to survive, to cope.

Day after day, the same things continue,

Feels like Fate’s cruel déjà vu,

The mind starts bleeding,

And nothing to replace it too.

The warm vapors rise from the brown water,

Maybe warning, not to touch the thorny ground,

Or is it Fate asking me to keep calm,

Be a sheep till it’s my turn to be a hound.

They may think they have me broken, shattered,

Torn every last piece of me,

But little do they realize that a wounded animal

Is fiercer than they can ever be.

Maybe it’s not my time to dream,

Maybe it’s not my turn to retaliate

Maybe it is my turn to face the lashes,

So, Bring on your hate.

The feather shattered the floor,

A breeze blows through the window,

Even the gentlest of elements

Make logs of timber bow.

I just notice the smile it brought to my face,

All the vapours gone, no trace,

She says you have become something else,

Only darkness have I embraced,

Only darkness have I embraced…