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Problems,
Problems,
Problems,
in my life,
But I tend to forget them,
Wonder why?

So many things left to do,
And most of those things are important,
But I haven't got any clue,
So I tend to forget them,
Not sure why.

Feeling sleepy,
Feeling depressed,
Feeling anxious,
Feeling left out.
But I tend to forget that,
Don't even want to know why.

I know this is all in my head,
This can't possibly be real,
Can it?
But then again,
I tend to forget,
So I wouldn't know, would I?

Darkness is my friend,
So is light,
But then again,
I tend to forget both of them,
And be in the upside-down.

I think I'll stop writing one day,
And that day I'll lose this spark,
And I'll forget the fact
That I used to forget so much.

Forgetting isn't easy,
Forgetting isn't difficult either,
But if it isn't either,
Does it mean that it doesn't exist?

"Let's go"
I told myself,
"Let's leave"
My soul told me,
But,
I forgot about it all,
And stayed in this life after all.

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-about-

written: february 21, 2021

I wrote this poem when I was sitting idly and awkwardly in my aunt's house. I have never liked talking to random people who I know will waste my time. So I tried to be a bit productive and this is one of its results. This poem is one of the first poems that I wrote, and it is just right to describe my mood, nothing else.

-anyways, thanks for reading, people!! do vote and comment if you liked it-

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