I feel like an object, misplaced
Born to a womb of a foreign space,
Thrown by a planet’s untamed embrace,
Breathless, lost, in life’s cruel race.
Unwanted, a burden, a heavy strain,
A silent weight of endless pain.
A journey short, unloved, unplanned,
A mapless trek through shifting sands.
Time unfurls its jagged thread,
Life’s landscapes blur as moments shed.
Distant joys like buses gone,
Griefs repeating, one by one.
Yet once, the sky broke into song—
A lone bird soaring, sharp and strong.
Its cry a thread of golden sound,
A fleeting balm the heart had found.
The world reshapes; I try to stay,
But loss returns, sweeps me away.
Each pattern drags me, yet again,
To another whispered, inner end.
My heart breaks; my soul does too.
Dreams like rockets pierce right through.
No wish fulfilled, just paths unknown,
An endless grieving, all alone.
I wade through darkness, pain my guide,
Danger tightens, hope denied.
The world plunges; shadows creep,
No solace found, no peaceful sleep.
A chess game endless, moves misplayed,
Battles mounting, foes arrayed.
Loneliness haunts, a burden’s weight,
Fighting for breath, but it’s too late.
Through it all, a lantern glows,
A tiny flame that comes and goes.
A fleeting warmth within the haze,
A glimpse of peace, though far it stays.
The board expands, the rules unclear,
Dreams dissolve as foes draw near.
Pieces gained, but not the prize,
Each step ahead, a compromise.
Through the snow globe’s misty pane,
Life repeats its ruthless chain.
No fight or flight can set me free,
Life’s shadow clings relentlessly.
I quest for peace, a safe retreat,
But find no refuge, no defeat.
Each landscape shifts, the challenges grow;
The world keeps spinning, as I let go.