Watching all these words transform from an art to a therapy

I find myself here endlessly typing for hours in a big hurry

Why is my heart so heavy? Is it the pain or the stress?

It feels like everyday happiness forgets to visit my address

I try to hold on to whatever hope is in me that is left

I try to relive all the joy filled moments that I’ve ever felt

Holding on to the memories that are so powerful they strike me to coma

Surfing through the lanes of my memory and at a point the water gets colder

I’m torn between the bright light and the dark force called life

Am I wrong for always trying to hold on to that ending light every time

Has choosing the light over the bitter dark ever been a crime?

I’m tired and drained from being worn out by the suits of pain

Tired of being covered and ‘warmed’ by the covers of anxiety

I stand here looking up to the heavens for mercy to rain

Can’t lightning just strike me and take me away from society ?

Have I not suffered enough with my back permanently bent from carrying all these burdens?

I seek freedom from it all. Dear reader, please say a prayer for me, for as you can see, I am deeply hurting