Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Apr 27
My inner voice is speaking to me,
telling me to give up
On all the paranoid things that has been happening.
Feels like I'm a feather
Left upon to drop
But the wind is stubborn
not letting me to be in the place I'm supposed to.
I'm struggling ,suffering
But incapable.
Incapable of being my own,
And to be, where I should.
Feels like I'm a feather.
Sampreeta Subhakanshi
Written by
Sampreeta Subhakanshi  16/F/Odisha, India
(16/F/Odisha, India)   
Please log in to view and add comments on poems