CORNERLESS

This poem is dedicated to all my dear friends suffering from an unhealed mental trauma,unable to express themselves fearing the judgemental behaviour of our society.This poem is a magnanimous attempt to pen down my thoughts from the experiences which I had from the past few days. JOLLY'S MELANCHOLY I am Depressed; Insomnia embraces me and then I'm supressed. They say:"Try counting sheeps" I count the reasons for my griefs. Scraping the skin around my nail; I whine about the times I fail. Anxiety holds me in its arm; Rapid Heartbeat watches my sweaty palm. Tears roll down my cheek; I feel disgusted and weak. They say:"Go out and play" Dreadful silence which always stay. Head on the pillow;eyes wide awake; Terrible Nightmare which always break. Pondering upon the future;dwelling in the past; Horrible reality which tears me apart. They ask:"How do you feel?" I feel,I don't; I can but I won't. - S.K.                           ...