This poem captures the suspended numbness of emotional exhaustion—time passing without meaning, surroundings growing heavy and mute, and the speaker lingering in a state of quiet disconnection.

It reflects depression not as chaos, but as stillness: a muted waiting for something—anything—to return.

# Waiting for Shine #

It’s ten o’clock, the light ran away,
Morning slipped without a word to say.
The window turned to painted black,
Time bent forward, wouldn’t come back.

I sat on a chair that tells me true,
Wooden legs facing a frozen blue.
No water, food, or voice was used,
My mouth tasteless, old and bruised.

The phone stayed quiet, room stayed bare,
Dust kept secrets along the floor there.
I don’t want breath, or steps, or sound,
Just quiet walls that hold me down.

The day ate hours, left me thin,
I felt no edge, no spark within.
Mood low, I drift through things I own,
Asking softly: what’s gone wrong?

Still breathing, waiting for shine,
A thin light lost between the lines.
Not asking much, not asking why,
Just proof the dark will loosen by.

(Vijay Verma)
www.retiredkalam.com

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