Filled with deep-seated vacuum
Is everyday life’s gist
Like a stranger in my own skin
I exist
Never letting up for a moment too
This sadness nowhere
Loses sight of my heart
At times with a smirk,
Inching stealthily on its tiptoes
Grief embraces me
Desist playing with me, oh my sorrow
This game of mockery
Never could I sleep
Having somewhere misplaced
My happiness, just like
After filling in name and address
one forgets by
casually putting it away
Strangely agonising
is this helplessness
That line got to me, “Like a stranger in my own skin
I exist.” loved it and can relate to it!
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Hi. So thrilled to see your comments after a long time. Thank you for liking the post and finding a particular line so relatable. Do keep posting on your blog more often as your writing is truly inspirational.
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