I feel

I feel stuck,

In a place where no one else gives a fuck

I feel myself slowly sweeping in sorrow

Waking up the next day ready for tomorrow

I feel trapped, caged and an urge to be free

To escape all this sadness I see all around me

I feel a weight, a burden upon my head

Waking up as if I am already dead

I feel the memories of a past life

With the pain of a sharp knife

I feel and can only continue to feel

Because at this point life itself doesn’t feel real

I feel

Other poems I have written:

Dreams

Memories

Thanks,

Daivik Goel