Distressed

Days messed

Upto the ceiling I look,

Keeping away my favourite book

I wonder,

How does happiness looks like?

In the dark, I sit

Deep down in the pit,

Supporting myself against the wall,

I try and recall the day

When I let my smile fall.

The more I think, the more I blink,

He looks at me, seeking replies,

Inside a room, I just sit,

Me, myself and my heartfelt cries.

Listen to me! I cannot speak

No, I am not dumb

It’s just that,

I haven’t laid my eyes on the words

That I seek.

Where can I find them?

Books don’t seem to understand

Humans never did,

Where will I find the sentence,

that can help end my death row?

-A.

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