Final Days

Lately, with time approaching and drawing closer for even my last semester for the final years of my final days in college, half of my part starts getting sick and lonelier and I guess I already miss innumerable list of crazy things that I did together with my friends.

I am not sure if everybody feels the same, but I am drunk along the memory lane and my heart weeps pathetically missing all the sweet days.

It was one cold evening at around 5 pm, when I returned to my room from faculty. I was quite exhausted and with cup sip of water, I was on bed with a booklet which I write random stuffs starting from my class notes and all of sudden, with growing silence, tired body, empty room, my heart started to perceive the sad note sending huge transmissions to ceiling of my temple and I felt kind of empty, lonely and incomplete. The word of poem below represents my map of feeling inside.

Days run shorter,
Night empty and lonelier,
The road become tougher,
And shoulder slowly heavier.

Silence grew louder,
Room gets emptier,
The air become thinner,
And breathe slowly shorter.

Thing’s now get older,
And drunken heart sank in blue with old memories.