The voice in my head is depleted of strength, it won't talk back.
Sadness... the mask starts to crack.
These thoughts and unspoken questions never got me anywhere.
I want to leave, but I'm not strong enough to escape the cage of despair.
I'm Trapped... O, here I go again
Unnamed feelings - I'm choking in pain.
Tears falling, none to be seen, deep into the blackness.
How to overcome the feelings of hopelessness?
I'm starting to question my own sanity!
Is it sane to question your own sanity?
As long as I question my sanity I'm still sane, right?
All these damn thoughts occupy my mind.
No surprise that my wounds gotten worse!
Comments about this poem (Sour times by Sameera Alshaikh )
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