Tortured Shoulders

The world of academia is very pressurizing and can sometimes attain a point where the feeling of hopelessness creeps in and swathes the mind. Before an exam, I felt quite weary and weighed down by the same ... That surpassed my threshold, I started writing this.

Tortured Shoulders

A smile on the young one,
As it beholds its unfamiliar fate,
Soon shall presume,
But a mere groan of,
The depths, a time's sudden demise.

Inferno this world, should scream,
Mindless minds have enlivened,
A slack of time and space so real,
Unnecessary but commanding, worthless,
A chain so cold to hold.

Like truth is deprived of its meaning,
Has laughter, mundane sequences,
At a pace of thoughts they scale,
To an exorbitant weight,
I beg for perspective, see?

My light to ignorance, closer apart,
The quintessence of innocence, dead,
Beats the poison and lacerates inside,
Screaming can such overcome,
A pain of tortured shoulders?

Blind they see not real,
Words behind the curtain,
Fool, realize and empathize,
See a soul inside,
Not a reflection, so nebulous.

Letting go costs more,
Than a mere agreement,
Buried inside myself,
The darkness trances me,
Blood, fate, time and all.

Screaming inside,
Let me go ...