Miserable

L.R.A

I drag myself throughout the day with a smile plastered on my face but there is always someone who seems to ask the question

 

"Are you okay?"

 

I reply the same old "I'm fine" with the smile still plastered on my face and continue to go about my business.

 

The day goes by and at the end of the night I find that "fine" isn't even close to the description of how I really feel

 

Recently I've found myself always rummaging through the deep pockets of my mind

 

Blankly staring at the ceiling, painting pictures with my demons within those deep dark pockets

 

Naive to the fact that nothing will ever be the same anymore. 

 

Still, I smile through the pain hoping that eventually, it will all get better

 

  • Author: L.R.A (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 19th, 2021 00:18
  • Category: Unclassified
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Comments2

  • L. B. Mek

    well written,
    and I agree its always hard
    to manoeuvre through everyday life
    when experiencing something
    really devastating, but
    too personal to share..
    thanks for sharing

  • Paul Bell

    I think we all go through this a some stage, and we all deal with it in different ways. I do running and poetry, and generally hope for the best.



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