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Seems like these days just go by, Without any comfort, but a blue eye1. From the outside it seems to be quiet, But on the inside I’m battling a tide2. All these days feels so lonely, I can feel my space, has started getting gloomy3. Everything I try, my mind would deny, And it seems like my days, just go by. No more hands hold mine, Neither to walk the streets, nor to take a ride. I waste my time till 10 at the night , But I know the time is still ticking by. My mind is void, in the dark I cry4, They ask my state5 and then I lie. Don’t fall apart, I always try, But my days, they just go by. I can feel things getting scary , My “favourite” black colour has started to haunt me. I hope it all stops to hive6, And these crucial days finally pass by 1blue eye resembles tiredness 2tide resembles anxiety 3my thoughts have started becoming dangerous 4I get depressed when I’m alone 5I lie about being alright 6I hope it all stops to grow
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Apr 4, 2021
Apr 4, 2021 at 5:27 AM UTC
Days go by
Seems like these days just go by, Without any comfort, but a blue eye1. From the outside it seems to be quiet, But on the inside I’m battling a tide2. All these days feels so lonely, I can feel my space, has started getting gloomy3. Everything I try, my mind would deny, And it seems like my days, just go by. No more hands hold mine, Neither to walk the streets, nor to take a ride. I waste my time till 10 at the night , But I know the time is still ticking by. My mind is void, in the dark I cry4, They ask my state5 and then I lie. Don’t fall apart, I always try, But my days, they just go by. I can feel things getting scary , My “favourite” black colour has started to haunt me. I hope it all stops to hive6, And these crucial days finally pass by 1blue eye resembles tiredness 2tide resembles anxiety 3my thoughts have started becoming dangerous 4I get depressed when I’m alone 5I lie about being alright 6I hope it all stops to grow
inspired by the lockdown. we had tons of work to be done but everything had seemed to be stooped. pathetic it was
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15/F/Asia
Apr 4, 2021
Apr 4, 2021 at 5:27 AM UTC
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