Day 21
It’s hard to smile.
A feeling of emptiness.
Tears gather to the eyes.
An unknown fear.
There’s something amiss.
I cannot put my finger on it.
A dark night of the soul.
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Day 21
It’s hard to smile.
A feeling of emptiness.
Tears gather to the eyes.
An unknown fear.
There’s something amiss.
I cannot put my finger on it.
A dark night of the soul.
Day 20
Your eyes seem to do a lot of talking
Then why the silence?
When you do speak
Why do you not say what you mean?
Day 19
A slice of buttered bread
A warm cup of coffee
A soft soothing melody
A jog in the park
A stroll with your dog
Are small morning pleasures of life.
Day 18
Life like a race..
Pacing ahead.
You’re running,
Challenging yourself.
To do more.
To be the best.
Then the pressure,
and the stress
makes you depressed.
But you forget,
It is only a game.
Day 17
Silence, some peace
There is no need for you to talk
To entertain me.
Don’t pretend like you care
When I know
You only need my company.
Day 16
The nights are cold
Then it starts to pour
Hailstones drop to delight
While the winds howl and cry.
The trees vehemently oscillate
The mud looks like marmalade
Birds, animals get in their shelters to hide
Seems like the rain will bring the world down tonight.
Day 15
When your thoughts pull you down,
Will you shut them off?
When you are confused,
How do you make a decision to choose?
When you feel afraid,
Do you escape?
When you are lost,
Will you try finding a path?
When you are sad and need love,
Will a hug suffice?
When you need answers,
Whom does one ask the many questions?
Day 14
What are you searching for?
Friends? Some company?
Why?
There is no need to feel bitter,
Lonely or sad.
Don’t you like your company the best?
If not, then spend time..
Discovering yourself.
It really helps!
Day 10
You do not talk much.
You are a loner.
You are socially awkward.
You spend time with books.
You like your own company.
But what are you going to do
When you are put in a spot
And when you are expected to talk?
Do not put on a mask
Your words of wisdom will make the mark.
Day 9
A cloud above my head
Of worry and anxiety.
A new beginning of life
There’s hesitation and confusion.
The daily rhythm is going to break
I’m transitioning into a new phase.