an emotional outburst
published: (updated: )
by Harshvardhan J. Pandit
emotional poem

each day for me has become so long,
life makes dance to every new song.
i am now tired and sleepy,
my eyes are sore and weepy,
i am still caught in an age old mess,
my chest is heaving full of stress.
what should i do? should i beg? or cry?
or there shall be peace only when i die? ?