An empty glass of Time
Hey readers, Wanna feel how an empty glass of time is filled with? This happens with every one of us, just the ways of dealing with it are different. So just seek-peek into the poem and enjoy! "Sometimes it feels like nothing, But a burden of boredom. Reluctant of doing things, Fitting within our decorum. Limits set to appropriate, With the release of wrong. Controlled by no one, But by injuries of a storm. Injuries happen unexpectedly, With a lot of pain. But healing starts suddenly, Within the count of ten. We want to yell, Somewhere at the summit. We want to mail, Feelings running at swift. Boredom happens again, When committed with the day. We keep on freezing, When needed blushing at the bay. Mood swings continuously, At the times of highness. We hide them nearly, With a bit of shyness. We feel low- we feel irritated, Nowhere is desired. Just the presence of right, And the pain retired. Reframe your life, When things go right. Refill the ha...