- Shreya
As much as everyone loves being in control
Of the ship of life they sail too well,
Trouble chuckles, again it sees
As bearable monotony morphs into hell
As fatigue twists my stomach, it aches
And lures me to sleep, as it takes
The sense of reality that keeps me alive
Leaks into my dreams and will drive
Me crazy! Who are those learned men,
Who label the minds, now and then
On a scale beyond what I can comprehend
And a misfit of madness they will send,
To asylums or factories to ensure and enforce
Torment of people who don't reveal sanity,
Ransacking the surviving debris of self
And plunging themselves into deceptive vanity
My mind wanders into times beyond my death,
Beyond the darkness in eyes, and gasping breath,
Right or wrong is immaterial to my burning scar,
As long as I'm free of the suffocating bell jar.