I Am Okay
I'm lying on bed.
Feeling dead.
Eyes wide-opened.
Staring at a point,
Where I'm not even looking at.
Absent.
Thinking nothing. But,
Contemplating terribly everything.
I would rather,
Close my ears,
Dodging that particular voice,
Speaking against me.
Complaining about me.
It only escalates the tension,
Running inside my head.
I know I'm at fault here,
But definitely not the wrong one.
I don't remember,
The last time I blinked.
I am confused, consumed, silent, anxious, Blank, tense, nervous, emotionless,
Stressed, zoned out and NOTHING.
All. At. Once.
What should I call my emotions?
What should I name it?
What should I call this poem?
What should I name it?
What should I call my life?
What should I name it?
Beautiful? Sensitive? Horrendous?
Inspirational? Provocative? Or
A--sad-started--but--happy-ended--life?
But how should I know it's gonna,
End happily?
At this point,
At this phase,
I question the existence of Almighty.
In whome I have all faith, belief,
Hope, trust, dependence, reliance,
And 'credence' on.
Now, I know my eye blinked.
And I'm no more lying on bed.
But still feeling dead.
I'll be fine,
In spare of time.
I'm just...
Don't worry!
I AM OKAY!!!
Copyright © Ritika Singh | Year Posted 2023
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