When Days Just Drift

Some days just drift and pass me by, ‎

Like someone wants to speak, but’s shy.

‎The words get lost, they slip away, ‎

And all that’s left is quiet dismay.

‎I hide my sadness deep and pall, ‎

Like treasures kept behind a wall.

‎Not to impress or make a show,

‎But just so no one has to know.

‎I look myself into the mirror sometimes,

‎And feel okay in little times. ‎

The weight I carry fades a bit, ‎

Just after this moment, I don’t quit. ‎

Maybe I’m still here, not gone,

‎Maybe I still can hold on.

‎I think that maybe, in this place,

‎Someone staring at my silent face.

‎That moments of mine I can’t describe, ‎

The emotions I feel stays always inside.

The fruit is ripe upon the tree,

‎The time had moved on, and so had me. ‎

But still people throw their words like stones, ‎

Even though I stay kind, though I’m alone.

‎When silence stays, it fills emotion layer,

‎It wraps around me everywhere. ‎

It hums so loud, it mostly feels,

‎Like something inside me still heals.

‎Or maybe that’s just in my mind,

A hope I’ve left for me to find.