It`s when...

It`s when you don`t know what to say,

`Cause it`s quite novel to you as well.

It`s when you don`t know whom to say,

`Cause there was no one around when you fell.

It`s when you stuff the pillow into your mouth,

You don`t want the sounds to leave your larynx.

It`s when you grab the sheets, fisting hard

Apprehending that it would alleviate your enduring shiverings.

It`s when you want to be shadowed all the time,

The lights connote the presence you`d gravely armor.

It`s when even a niggling tickle on the door

Would suggest that some soul might have felt the tremor.

It`s when you don`t care about your leaking nose,

Pursuing optimism when there`s nothing else for you to see.

It`s when you fold yourself into an earthworm

Seeking aegis, your forehead touching your knee

It`s when you find your lips unable to utter a single word

But it seems to be the least of all concerns.

It`s when you start believing the fictitious poetic verses

Depicting the wordless pain and the timeless heart-burns.

It`s when your eyes start speaking for you,

Speaking only the truth and not what you want them to.

It`s when the streaming drops seem to be eternal

Enough to wash away the amassing pile of vibes off you.

It`s when you want to live and concurrently die

Hoping your soul to stay and coincidently depart.

It`s when you know how it feels to inanely carry

A heavy heart…