A DAY TO SURVIVE

Sometimes a day is not just to live but to survive. Sometimes you have to fight all the small things which are invisible to everyone else but you have to fight those small things to survive another day. In the following poem, I have written about that day. I hope you all will like this one. The buzzing stopped and opened eyes, to live another day in the world of lies, With the black shirt on and brown shoes, the day might end with tears and booze. Walk to the work with a bag being dragged behind, A bag full of shame, aches, and pride I can't find, The sweat dripping and it is not the heat, Just another pounding by anxiety, just another beat. Cubicles and walls filled with the words of strength and power, the world will never know this thirst this forever falling tower, Fingers hitting the alphabets are filled with pain, eyes shutting down at 1PM are full of the rain. The sun sets quietly in the west, another battle I survived still hoping for the best, A da...