It’s a lazy afternoon and I feel so low,
Deep in thoughts; craving for a change.
It’s been a while I am stuck where I am.
I see no tunnel and there isn’t a light to chase.
Depressed and forsaken I look into the empty street.
Nostalgia engulfs my motionless soul.
I feel like I am in the middle of an ocean
My boat is cracking and I have lost my paddle
I am fatigued yet I haven’t lost my hope
I wonder which way is to the shore?
This was a piece of emotion that ran through me yesterday afternoon. I couldn’t post it yesterday due to some reason.
I had stopped the poetry on the nick of reaching the cause of my worry thinking it wouldn’t help anyway. Besides, these verses will undoubtedly fit most of our (common) sad feelings!
I wouldn’t say ‘don’t worry’ to all sad souls ….as I know these are only words!