The wind whispers warnings to me,
The whirling fan speaks of dark thoughts
Yet another failure, yet another struggle.
From the moment, I feel like not getting up,
To the moment I lay back in bed
Why do we do what we do?
The curtains sway in the gentle breeze,
Forming shapes of memories, only I can see.
Sometimes I speak to You, and I hear
You're answering me.
Your voice is distinct in my head,
As if I remember how you speak.
I cook up stories in my head,
Happy endings, to help me sleep.
Hoping there is a world somewhere,
Where it's all real, like yesterday was
Without those, my day has no meaning.
I don't care if I don't understand
What I share with you is a bond redefined.
You are the light I seek in my darkness,
The will I chase with hope,
Not to run out of it, as I lay in tears
Struggling to get out of bed again,
Looking for purpose and meaning
Of a small, insignificant life in this chaos.
~ Suranya
