The Soul Sanctuary: Stranded

Feb 7, 2011

These are the terribly insignificant musings of Aishwarya Nagar at 9:59 AM

With fascinating you watch as

The slime slips from a child's finger

The joy it brings him on his quest

To hold a toy that would never linger;

His meek attempts to hold on to it

Remind you of your heart's efforts

To forget the love of a friend you cherish

Who walked away with a silence to ascert.

Oh, you recognize that hollow pain

That fills up the cavity in your chest,

And you seem to know the darkness that

Has set up in your head a comfortable nest-

Aware of all that leaves you

With every passing second of the day

Failing attempts at smiling and positivity

Be it as it may.

It's like a chasm of water

And you're sucked under the surface

The water overwhelms your lungs

And you feel yourself slowing that pace,

That easy breathing smothers,

And that happiness you felt is gone

For the ones you could once count on

Have left you to walk alone, on and on.