Me and Myself

 Sometimes, I feel unloved and isolated. Lonely and sad mingled with worries and uncertainty. It is something that happens almost all the time. It got to a point I just felt I should be called "Just being me". Heartbreaking, right?? Well, this poem would tell you more about it. And let me know in the comment section if you ever feel this way.

Me and Myself

Drowned by the thoughts of guilt,

Mesmerized by the jingle of pain,

A soothing pain,

Beautiful songs I hear in my bones,

Causing cute griefs and tickling tears.

My merged ribs in sand I despise.

Clothed in shame for my lost ambition.

Unprepared for the sacred union

But eats the cake and have it before the destined time.

It ruins, It kills.

Creeps in slowly like the snail,

Blurs the vigour of my youth.

Then, streams of worries and regrets begin to form.

Alone, I claim to be.

Alone, I am.

My mind is filled with bottled pains.

The first few words I make,

Lowliness lies therein.

Difficulty to fathom my restlessness,

Confusion sets in,

Doubt creeps in, 

Fear dwells in,

Pain submerges me.

And I am left to live in my own world filled with quiet pain.