January’s Disquiet
written by: Aaysid
It burns, and it stings,
The cold wind against
The numb cheeks,
And the great distance
Between you
And the opulent world
Grows ever so greater.
You are a silhouette
Of a person you used to be
Two winters ago,
Separated at the edges,
Not making ends meet,
Making blankets out of dreams
That no longer recur
As sleep eludes you.
The open sky is not a roof,
The pavement is not a floor,
And existence feels illusory
Without four walls and a door.
It can get taken away
In days, in a minute,
The will to just be
In spite of the unbecoming
You get subjected to —
January breaks apart
A great many souls!
I am a lecturer in Medical Physiology from Pakistan, but a good part of my heart has always found a home in the written word. I am an introvert; therefore, I draw inspiration for my poems from my prosaic day-to-day life and the books I read. I hope to gather my poems one day and put them into a book that I could give to friends who love my love for poetry.
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