So many things
are piled up in my head
One upon another,
unstable and uncertain
I am afraid,
it will fall all at once.
My thoughts are now
bounded and is gyrating
around one.
There is no cure
for this fragility,
no refuge for
this feeling.
It feels I am wrong
in every way and
the misfit part
of the puzzle.
Words are confined
to my throat and
is hard to engulf
by the mind.
Myriads of emotions
disguised in numbness,
now nothing in this sky
seems enticing,
nothing in this life
feels surviving.
Everything is irrational,
camouflaged in pain.
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