There are those days when I feel-
A hollow little deep within my chest.
That little deep goes deeper
And expands till it strangles me up within its strong clutches;
Till I cannot feel anymore.
They are those days of formality
When people smile and talk.Talk and smile.
When the tide of regularity leaves you wordless.Meaningless.
When you cannot float with them.
In those moments of misfit,
You find yourself lonely
Standing alone among strangers,
Not knowing what to talk or ask.
Not sure of your role,
Of how people want or love you.
You get lost within the abyss of loneliness.