The wall, grey wall
It sits between the lines.
While the inside fiddles and fusses
Over prospects of the life.

A feeling here and there,
Yet hopeless and despair.
A jumble of the words,
Dancing like birds.

Chirp, chirp.
The words come out,
Seemingly nonsensical.
What to do when life becomes incomprehensible?

After everything that happened,
One stands at a loss.
Unable to toss,
And turn, it all feels of a farce.

Difficulty, immense difficulty,
Bolted shut in place.
To want so many things again,
While wishing it can never be again.

What can be said?
When the clouds are thick in one's head?
Just halted suddenly,
What to do in the muddled trend?

The days come out singled,
A new story to be said.
The details begin to melt,
Like hot tar melting a statue head.