Melancholy

By S.Smrithi

Surrounded by a mist of melancholy which I could not see through,

I can’t understand anything. What do I do?

Everything is so strange; so obscure.

I don’t know anything for sure.

Life is like a windowless room,

It would be nice if I could go back to my mother’s womb.

It’s so dark that it engulfs the light,

I just want to close my eyes tight.

When life gives us struggles and hardships to face,

It is best to forget it like a key which was misplaced.

By S.Smrithi