A cup of coffee,Its early morning,
And I seem to be drifting away,
Everything’s like clockwork,
I am way ahead of my schedule.
At the place of work,
All seems well,
Known people,
Talking and gossiping.
Even a minute feels long,
I want to escape,
I run, but return back,
To the same spot.
Someone approaches,
A casual talk,
I burst aloud, not knowing why,
Angry with the world.
I want to drive away,
Find my peace and my groove,
But reality is here,
Should I say I am sorry?
I keep mum,
It will all cool down,
I hope or maybe I want,
Someone to shout.
That’s the only way,
I would feel Alive,
It’s complicated,
Like a Jigsaw Puzzle.
My humour, my saviour,
But it seems to have been,
Takeover by rage,
Something’s not right.
But what?
Time stares back at me,
I stare back,
Confused, hurt and all alone.
~ A poem By Fizz
