Wednesday, June 8, 2011

It's getting harder to hold it all in.

Things seem pretty good on the outside,
But the core is rotting, slowly.

The walls look sturdy
But the foundation's crumbling from within.

The good that people do disappears with the wind
But the bad? That stays. It's remembered. It's held on to.

Things you smile and wave away,
You say they don't matter anyway.
In reality they live and grow and fester
Bottled up and hidden inside they stay.

Things are good, you smile and nod.
Ignoring the pain, the hurt, the doubt.

Because hope keeps us going, keeps us alive.
Maybe we'll heal, we'll change, we'll survive.


Akanksha Arya said...


Good attempt.
A very cliched topic in poetry and the likes, but then welldone. Its good for a start!

It builds up well. :)
Keep trying! :D

Ayesha said...

I shall try harder and get better. Hopefully :)