weakness Poetry poem

From Her Winter Diary


From Her Winter DiaryOpening my eyes to a radiant sunrise,I see those rays showering sparkles at my place.I glance out of the window, into the light,Hoping to catch a glimpse of a blissful sign,Is it over yet?Too weak still, couldn’t step up far away from where I reside,I cuddle the warmth of my blanket again,Realizing that I’m still alive.Not willing to grab and climb the ladder of realities today,I just wish I could stay in bed, with nothing in my head,To just taste the non-existence for a brief while.So I’m rolling deep into my own world,Where I don’t need to say a word,No explanations, no complains,No time limits, no deadlines,No responsibilities, no strain,No regrets, no pain..

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