the meanings are
suffocating?
How shall I say,
the burdens are
washing away?
Should I just dance around?
Should I be weird about it?
Should I be wild about it?
the reasons are
pitty?
How shall I say,
the gazes are
narrowing?
or Would I stay the same?
Should I stick around?
Or shall I, change?
How is the empty space?
What shall the trials say?
How do the mood swings away?
keeps me wild.
How shall I be saying this,
I am broke all inside.
I have been calling for the hankering.
You claim to you know me,
but it is all that, pretending.
I am struggling inches,
to know what the revealing night is.
What shall I do?
Should I just dance around?
Should I be weird about it?
Should I be wild about it?
Would I be playing the game?
Would I just stay, the same?
Should I just stick, around?
Or shall I, change?
{Cover- Image from Pixabay}
Theme of the poem: I feel the theme of the poem is my questioning mind, which is searching for answers and trying to understand how to fix my puzzle. None of the pieces seem to fit in, always some pieces are missing. Nobody feels the same.
Background: Days are not usual, and I won't be lying anymore. Days after day, nights after night, nothing feels right. The basis of the poem or the theme is about the agony and questions that lay in the mind who is perplexed and confused by the way life has turned all upside-down. It is not the feeling of sympathy for someone but it has more to do with the infinite questions that dart at you and all you can do is think about them, sitting idle. The question is whether the surroundings do not bother others or they are finding their way of coping with it, but what am I choosing? Why are my puzzle pieces missing? I can't seem to find them.