Tired…that’s what I am in one word, for a change precise!
Voices in my head are growing louder and the ears to whom they are supposed to reach have gone deaf.
I beseech an ounce of ‘understanding’ me, it turns to backfire foul.
I am trying to save my baby from falling into a hollow, hurtful pit.
A futile argument runs in series in my head, dies, resurrects, gets grave, turns ugly, inch by inch drowning in venom, kaput….argument stagnant, stays, smells trite.
It’s my life in the circle of question, it’s my all at stake, it’s my possessed feeling in doubt, it’s a fear of taking that half step.
My words are liberal no more; they are subjected to the torture of fine-tune-ment, they have no taker, my words are damned, I feel suffocated, I see myself dissolve…
My speech is condemned, my voice is chocked, my thoughts are selling no more, everything that makes me ‘I’ is been asked to change…
This is me today, won’t be hereafter
I don’t, I won’t, I can’t…
Take me, don’t make me a reflection
Reduce me not to hopelessness, dismiss me not as trivia
….give me a fraction of you, which is all I ask, give me the word that comforts, give me your impression that you’re understanding me or at least trying to….
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