The Bedraggled
written by: Aaysid
As the perturbed world cracks
And the dark clouds gather,
I keep picturing myself
Perched on the final step
Of a staircase,
Soundlessly sobbing,
Feeling under the weather.
Though the dwelling
Is but a bungalow,
Dilapidated, lifeless,
Merely a silhouette;
It seems like a non-house,
As light as a feather!
A peculiar rage
Bubbles up, fizzles out…
I snap back
To a warped sense of reality,
Disoriented, desynced,
Untethered from a person
Who was supposed to
Hold herself together.
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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