Don'T Say Me It's Peaceful Poem by Soumita Sarkar

Don't say me it's peaceful
When I grade it as mournful
You define to calm and mollify
Is what I need to justify.

Imagine the fangs within me.
Feel the pain just like me.
I can’t wish who I will be
No reason left to be glee.
I try to fight but always flee.
My unfathomed downfall, I can see.

Depression I wear as a mask
Feeling disconnected in this task
What is left of me?
What have I become?

A result lately of my choice
A fool, I ignored my own voice
Only if I’d questioned the cause
This spiralling fall I’d gauge

Redeeming of the past is left behind
Time to gather the soul to rewind
See I have become misery’s slave
Last tread will take me to my grave.