Jolly's Melancholy

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.