Out of the Hell- Hole

Malvika
2 min readNov 13, 2019

A poem questioning the loops we fall into in our lives

I keep seeing your faces everywhere.
In the classrooms,
In the library
Or when I go out to eat with my friends.
I keep looking for you in people I’ve not known before.
I look for resemblances,
I crave for familiarity
Yet all I see around is silhouettes
Empty spaces, hollow voices,
Unfriendly laughter
Unwelcoming scrutinizing eyes,
And I move on.
Skipping hours, days, and weeks.
Months have passed now,
But I know you aren’t coming back.
When you speak,
Sometimes you tell me
That I am at a better place
Other times I feel like
I am walking aimlessly.
On a crowded street
Lured by something shiny.
Some say it’s from the jewels
I say what if it’s a fire.
Yet, I keep on walking
Even after lots of contemplation.
So does everyone else,
They keep dragging themselves on.
Isn’t that what you did?
Isn’t that what you said took you
out of this hell hole?
You give me a half-smirk.
Did you smile because its true?
Or maybe you saw the actual question
I had put on.
Did you know that I had sensed
That there’s no way out
We will all keep on.
We’ll always be keeping on.

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