A Meaningless Journey

A Poem by Madhoora

I wonder why I'm still a part of this meaningless journey.
I'm tired of pretending everything's in place.
Now even tracks have worn out
Of this endless race.

My heart is stuck in a corked jar.
All this while, I wonder what I've been trying to figure out.
Not a soul can hear.
Even when I scream and shout.

Unidentified emotions strangling my head,
I want to let go.
Inevitable is this encounter
As i face the blow.
The blow of defeat.

In this meaningless journey,
I still continue to pace
Treading on footsteps.
That never can I trace.

Hoping it's a bad dream,

I shut my eyes

When they open,
I'm still dwelling in lies.

Only if I could slip into an eternal sleep.
Forever ridding myself,
Of expectations piled in a heap.

Then I wanted to give up but I couldn't.
Dragging their feet were all the other people pale and cold.
My stomach twisted,
Don't know how long I'd be able to hold.

And unaware of my own deeds,
Unaware of the way that I pave.
But certainly it leads to my own grave.