When things aren’t going my way,
when the wind is blowing against me,
when I need a solution, I encounter more problems,
when the pressure keeps on building,
when I feel suffocated, nauseated, locked inside a cage,
when my shouts & yells aren’t heard by any,
when I pinch myself, hoping that it’s a nightmare,
when I have to go through the stormy night,
when I can’t take anybody’s help,
because the people who used to help me,
are themselves the creators of this stormy night.
I can’t sleep, even if I want to,
time is getting stretched with my thoughts,
sweat is on my brow, just a hint of it,
my brain is working at a crawling speed, if not standstill,
I have to find a solution soon,
and bring an end to this stormy night.
Outside, it’s all cool breeze,
crickets chirping, dead silence of a calm night,
Inside, it is a battle, storm, chaos, helter skelter,
and I don’t know how to tame this storm,
I just want this night to end,
end it soon enough without any more problems,
and, come tomorrow morning I will be a hero,
an amateur, who stood his ground, to prove his worth,
a sailor, who had a troubling yet successful voyage,
a fighter, who despite the odds, won.
[…] Stormy night […]
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Yay, fighter! Stormy nights are less but very destructive. And the one who wins over it is the real hero as you’ve mentioned in the last few lines. Great piece though! 🙂
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Thank you Girl for inspiring me to write more like this 😀 Yeah destructive stormy nights & confusing chaotic nights 😉 Is there any normal and simple night? 😀
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