Sun dips, paints the sky ablaze,
with monsoon on the rise, the gloom yellow daze.
Folds of the bed, a sunken cove,
Hours swallowed whole, oblivious of.

Confined to the bed, my hold constricted,
Out there so much, vibrant, unrestricted.
I look to the lime yellow wall space,
more than a year, a neglected chase.

The vast unknown, I look from the window,
look at the people, come and go,
while I see them afar, are they happier than me
Do they feel as imprisoned as I be?

Bleak future awaits me
                   dares me to cry
No matter how much I try
                    it makes me leap in fear
Everything that can happen
                   my mood dampens
I have been so much sunburnt
                   my being adamant
I live but in the bruises of the past
                    the weight is too heavy
What awaits me is so dreary.