Blurred.

The days have been going by me so fast, I almost did not see this week go past. Lately, things have been a little too hard to process and I feel like I’ve been drifting further and further away from everything and everyone I care about. It has just been really difficult for some reason and I am trying my best to hold on, even if I don’t really show it. This is a poem about it, kind of.

Happy reading. Xx


Yet another day has gone
In a sea of faces blurred,
In conversations unheard,
I paid them no mind,
They did me no good–
I keep waiting all alone
For something and nothing,
Not knowing if they’d come.

Thoughts so loud,
They fade into distance–
I listen to none,
My silence deafening.

Most nights I hardly sleep,
Awake to voices plaguing me;
I’ve kept them out,
An arm’s length away,
I shut them out,
They claw back in,
I fall asleep to emptiness,
Wake up to another day.

On a good day,
I can’t hear myself think,
But when I do,
It drowns me.

Once again, I am drifting
A sea of blurred faces,
As lost as one could be,
Lost amidst the waves–
Not knowing any shore,
Not knowing any home,
Not knowing days from nights,
No way to know.

Time slips away from me,
My days remain blurred,
I’ve never felt so detached,
So far away from the world.

~© Shubhangi Srinivasan.


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