Sweet Struck

Two roads, took a seat at the junction
Left or right, A choice that I left behind
I say to myself, baby steps at a time

Thoughts rush in & flush out like tides
Playing hide & seek with my pity mind
Thinking abstract & absurd all at once

Seeds sown, grown into swollen roots
Existential crisis onto it's own existence
Empty walls, Exit doors shuttering any moment

Cuddling my freshly cooked daydreams of peace
Mirroring the life of succulent plant surviving dry
Craving for the last piece of pastry like a little one

Black birds feeding on my cold chest
Inking the green veins to knit a blue nest
A hollow place for the darkness to reside

They say grief accompanies suffering
Rains of tribulations, pain that I'm glorifying
Oh, I wonder how could this be oddly so satisfying.