Tuesday, 21 July 2020

Lounge

With anxieties
Seats are full
On luggage belts
Forgotten
Souls going around
Stickers are staring
Stuck with strangers
In a waiting room
For life
My heart caves in
Think I can't take it no more
Of the libel and the labels
A sentence undeserved
Though served
Fixed to the departure board
Waiting on my flight
To flee the scene
The place I don't belong
Trip I wasn't asked for
Yet pay
Like a cigarette I smoke
Constantly I choke
Until the signal hails my plane
All this time I cared in vain
Lost in the us and you and they
Bundle of pronouns
Hit me
Like bundles of sticks
Blocking my way
Clouding me
Before the Judgement day
Halting my prayers
In delay
I hold my breath
I close my eyes
Hoping for a bad dream
Hoping for a sky
So clear and baby-blue
Just like the times
Of innocence and laughter
Before I grew
Wasting on this queue.