Jaded

By Gayathri Paulson

It’s suppressing my nerve cells

Blood is running like muddled waves

Which are hard to grip on.

Heavy head, unknown problems,

Confusing blurred questions

With it’s answers left back at the

Bermuda triangle.

I’m carrying myself anyhow!

Not actually wills to murmur

At the unrevealed problems, “Why me?”

Because I know anyway, they make me firm.

But still, I’m jaded for now.

Out through the mazed stuffs around

I won’t quit!

Sarcastically I love this enigmatic mortality.

I’ll enjoy this tussle

As it gives me a source for a daily

Gutsy entity.

By Gayathri Paulson