Friday, February 7, 2025

Heal Me, But How?

World comes crashing down, I'm in stress, feeling overwhelm,
Relieved from my role as the captain, I'm no more at the helm.
Cracks have started appearing, I'm irritable, in a mess,
Let's increase the medication a bit, my parents gently press.
 
The joy from life has drained, I feel lonely and burnt,
Here comes the Loony uncle, is the moniker I've earned.
Hell is other people, the motto has come alive,
For stress meditate daily, neighborhood aunt goes overdrive.
 
I've started questioning life, my purpose is lost,
I'm burning coals inside, while on surface its all frost.
I've carved my own chains, I'm prisoner of my fate,
The grandma says to have courage, to make angst my mate.
 
My suffering is multi layered, you can glance it from your prism,
For once treat me as a human, that will heal me, is the only truism. 
 

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