Slip Away into the Night

Sometimes morning is not just about waking up

It’s an ordeal, it’s a nightmare.

Just like the one,  where you wake up and find yourself

In the middle of an ocean.

Fighting for each breath, you give out SOS, but its all in vain.

There is no savior, you are on your own

There is this voice that resonates in your head

But to let it out, you are too scared.

You don’t want to be called crazy,

There is already enough name tags you hold.

All you want to do is slip away in to the night.

You don’t understand, why do you have to get up.

Sun tries hard to pull you out of the bed

But you don’t want to get up when your brain is dead.

You stare outside the window for hours and hours

And see these people passing by:  some strangers some known.

You try to figure out, if they feel the same

Or this “dead-brain” is only your thing to claim.

And you sit with your knees touching your heart

Tucked in bed sheet, feeling invisible to time

You wait patiently, for each hour to pass.

And time mocks you on your face.

Take its sweet time, travels in its own pace.