Outsider
The walls have darkened with the day
Clay brewed from seeds of sand
Drive the light of the day astray
I am hardly conscious
But yet
The day flashes after tomorrow
That shall never come
Needles poking it's wheels
But oddly they never bust
The wheelbarrow echoes through my sorrow
Through and through
My soul is hollow
But tides ,
Like an echoe
Occupy the space .
I face colour
Misery is painted grey
Which was once was favourite colour
Until I discovered it could tear me apart.
Every book I ever read
Either made me delusional
Or unheard .
Every line sheltered
"There is always room for improvement "
Sorry , am I the problem ?
My soul rot in a cage
A year in age
My heart beats to the rhythm of the beast in my head .
I am not awkward
Rather say I am rude
Days have been crude
I am not normal
On sunny days i am rude .
In a realm
My favourite line
In every novel
Strangers of heaven
I seek for redemption
I am outside
Every door is locked
They claim I don't belong
But the key is on the floor
Outsider
But for how long.
C