26 ~ she/her
Poet | Writer | Civil Engineer
New Poem:
The murkiness of dawn
lulls me to sleep,
as the silence of my
soul enwraps the inner child,
desirous of love and warmth,
I succumb to the roaring
thoughts weaved through my mind,
for the lullaby of nature and
the clamor of my mind remains
in a timeless battle.
I count second by second,
to not drown in the past's angst,
to not fall off a cliff
that beholds fickle future,
to not let the tears agonize me further,
to not let the hate around
reconfirm loathing of oneself,
to not let the hopelessness
take over my existence,
to not let the cruel world
overrule kind times.
Many days, life makes no sense,
it's a hazy one for me,
as the uncertainties
and confusions unfold,
lured by the thoughts of
past's angst and fickle future,
I count second by second,
to hold on to the firmness of
here and now.
I wonder if I would
ever make sense,
I wonder if my thoughts
are too heavy,
I wonder if my world is
nothing but a fantasy for you,
and I collect them one by one,
to lock them away,
to gather them within
the confines of my mind,
my little hoard of angst from the past.
- Aesha Kallattuvalapil
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