Should I change?
What shall I do,
the meanings are
suffocating?
How shall I say,
the burdens are
washing away?
Should I be free and calm?
Should I just dance around?
Should I be weird about it?
Should I be wild about it?
What shall I do,
the reasons are
pitty?
How shall I say,
the gazes are
narrowing?
Would I play the game?
or Would I stay the same?
Should I stick around?
Or shall I, change?
What shall the bruises mean?
How is the empty space?
What shall the trials say?
How do the mood swings away?
Capturing the darkness,
keeps me wild.
How shall I be saying this,
I am broke all inside.
Pestering the bruises,
I have been calling for the hankering.
You claim to you know me,
but it is all that, pretending.
I am thriving to feel alive,
I am struggling inches,
to know what the revealing night is.
What shall I do?
Should I be free and calm?
Should I just dance around?
Should I be weird about it?
Should I be wild about it?
Would I be playing the game?
Would I just stay, the same?
Should I just stick, around?
Or shall I, change?
The End!
{Cover- Image from Pixabay}
Theme of the poem: I feel the theme of the poem is my questioning mind, which is searching for answers and trying to understand how to fix my puzzle. None of the pieces seem to fit in, always some pieces are missing. Nobody feels the same.
Background: Days are not usual, and I won't be lying anymore. Days after day, nights after night, nothing feels right. The basis of the poem or the theme is about the agony and questions that lay in the mind who is perplexed and confused by the way life has turned all upside-down. It is not the feeling of sympathy for someone but it has more to do with the infinite questions that dart at you and all you can do is think about them, sitting idle. The question is whether the surroundings do not bother others or they are finding their way of coping with it, but what am I choosing? Why are my puzzle pieces missing? I can't seem to find them.
