I rock on my rocking chair.
With rolling heart.
Broken hopes and broken parts.
An unintended mistake,
Created a rolling over, rolling par.
It could have been corrected.
Is a regret that is in my heart.
A thing that could have been prevented.
A thing that was not so big at all.
I created a hell,
It is all over again…
Have to have a new hope,
Have to get the things right,
I don’t know what to say,
I don’t know how to console my heart.
I don’t know how to fight,
My worst fears win at last.
Pain pains and tear cry.
I have noting left,
Except a hope of sunrise.
I don’t know what is on.
I don’t know how to make things right.
I just sit here on my rocking chair,
With rolling heart,
Eyes cry,
Lungs gasp for survival.
A breath of hope fill my mouth.
Winds whisper in my ears.
“Don’t worry, things may be worst,
But won’t be to stay for long.”
Anurag Kumar
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/rocking-on-my-rocking-chair/
