they come and they go, they do as they please

words come to you
but then, they drift off
before you could even make sense of them
or write them down

they leave you wondering
that you aren’t good enough
for them to stay
that how even the devil won’t take you
because the devil, too, has standards some

oh, the negativity
takes a toll on you
one fell swoop
and you begin the process, of undervaluing yourself

such solitary life
that even words don’t stick around
is this what people call misery?
it surely must be

the words are starting to come back to you, again
you must concentrate
before they get away
so, you submit, like christ on the cross

but then, they again drift off
before you could even make sense of them
or write them down

© Lishaka Gulati