#lifeproblems
Clinging--
Closer than Snow Storms
Cling to Death,
Hearing the Whisper
of a Crackle as
The Wax Weeps
Down the Wick.
Clanging--
Four Chimes
Ringing in the
Silent Night,
Searching
For an Audience.
Can't hide from
the pain in your chest--
It's deep. It has roots.
My blanket--
It used to be magic.
I would come home--
Crying,
My bed would greet me
in its usual fashion
and I would flop,
pull the edges of the blanket
and wrap them around me.
And then I was safe.
And then I was warm.
I was invisible in my
cloth burrito.
My blanket is fluffier.
More fancy. Regal even.
Queens had down comforters--right?
It's not the same.
It's too soft.
It hasn't been cried into for hours,
or filled with crumbs from snacks.
It isn't stained from being used as a napkin.
Ringing--
In my ears,
The Silence a Cold Mirror,
but Every Time I get Close,
my Breath Fogs up the Glass.
May 12
May 12, 2026 at 2:14 AM UTC
I can't make out since how long I have been here
It seems like ages but it can't be fair
I was in a world which was far and different from ours
No their were neither planet nor the stars
It was all empty with a sheet of darkness all around
It was a place where time has no bound
I was neither feeling happy nor have I any kind of grief
I am at loss of words in explaining that sensation in brief
Once I leave this place I may never be at peace again.
Will be lost in haze of materialistic world and might experience tremendous pain.
Away from worldly pleasures was the place where I was.
I wanna be here forever and peace was the utmost cause
May 30, 2022
May 30, 2022 at 4:47 AM UTC