Drunk again

a poem by Neeraj Verma

Lost in the game known as life
though I tried still can’t cry
even the tears elude me
though I am broken
still inner me hasn’t woken
even though I know there isn’t any substitute
for this pain
still I am drunk again

I am trapped in my self
still I deny every help
life has always been a cliff edge hang
and destiny denies to stretch my hand
I want to reach closer to her
and where I reach is nothing but despair
even though I know there isn’t any substitute
for this pain
still I am drunk again

Don’t want to live anymore
when thought is blocked
mind is clogged
breath is hard to come
eyes deny to open
like soul is captive in a cage
and I am tired like I have stood throughout
my age
even though I know there isn’t any substitute
for this pain
still I am drunk again

Past’s back
embarrassment is its content
which haunts my every moment
It breaks my sense of focus
steals my patience
renders me helpless
can I escape It ever
I guess never
even though I know there isn’t any substitute
for this pain
still I am drunk again