The irksome nag of a chronic complainer!

Every morning I get up and think

I have left all behind me

But that itself is the irony

Of the bottled up memories

And my head starts to hurt

And something makes the loudest noise

I cannot stand it but I do somehow

Times heals everything some said

Time steals everything I say

But it still stays there with you

Only the black memory

Only the grey feeling

Only the cloud about to burst

Ignited remains the thirst

 

Time to come clean

At least on the outside

Coz inside it’s a mockery

For everyone standing outside

So I wake up and fake up

And walk the road of emptiness

Filled with practicality

And punctuality

Coz that’s what they want

And that’s what I do

Coz I am an employee

Of everyone I know

As faithful as a dog….

Daily Post – Daily Prompt – Irksome

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s