This Girl in a Black Dress

 

I am this girl in a black dress trying hard to fit in

 

But somewhere in the smooth pace, do I trip into a puddle of doom

 

And when the puddle turns out to be a lake

 

I dive deep.

 

I dive deep in, only to find out what the illusion casts

 

It says that the lake, is not a lake,

 

But a river, for I find myself swaying with the flow

 

Believer am I,  to hope that the flow is only for the good

 

Dear, don’t you know where the river destines?

 

A murderous push into the deep ocean of darkness,

 

And that is all that takes me to drown alive.

 

Afraid am I, for suffocation has always choked me nearly to death

 

I swim hard to see my sunshine but it seems harder,

 

Never have I ever felt this hard

 

And then I see myself being dragged by a heaviness,

 

A heaviness that takes every little last thing left with me

 

The darkness only grow when I reach out and now I give up

 

’cause I’m this girl in a black dress whom you will fail.

 

Written by:  Jayasri, Second year, Production Technology

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