My Life Has Become Still Poem by Srishti chaplot

There was a time when I was clear,
Of my life's purpose with few tears,
Everyday of my life was just right,
And I was living up my dreams without any fright...
But everything seemingly changed within a fraction of time,
And my life became a broken winged bird and nothing went on fine,
With shattered dreams and broken heart,
With all the burdensome days apart.
I lost all happiness to live my life well,
I lost all courage to fulfill my dreams,
Alone in the world with no sensitive friends,
Roaming like a lost puppy with no helping hands.
Chaos and confusion are completing my days,
No ray of hope anywhere lays,
In this painful and tragic path,
All these things are filling in me wrath.
Won't things ever become fine again?
Won't my days never be lovely again?
Won't I ever be restored back to normal?
Will no angel remove the clouds of this gloom?
Will my life become still forever?