Turmoil

My days are no longer small
nights provide no comfort call
Each moment crawls by
making heart heavier
every word uttered seems to come
from a hollow me

Who to look up to

When you are wrapped up with
probably something of substance
calling me a burden too hefty
to carry on a peaceful night
in search of a thing so divine
stopping you from looking behind

Whom should i complain to

of the cold shoulder
i shudder to accept
a vacuum thus formed
swallowing all the balm
stranger glance, i fail to get
hundreds of instincts unanswered yet

How to get over

a thing so unlooked for
when I wish for an unending adore
it hurts to be all alone
when least consideration is shown
though i quarrel with me much more
to brave & last it, saving what is yours