Eerie-and-Enchanting

I don’t like to keep blanking out the bad thoughts As this means missing out on whole days In fact weeks, months and years are passing me by Which tells me this is not just a phase But that’s not what my loved ones like to believe They tell me it’s my age and will soon pass Their turpentine optimism is misplaced As my future begins to fade like brass I don’t like to keep blanking out the bad days But of late I do not have much choice See anytime someone asks if I’m okay A tremble can be heard in my voice Somehow though I always keep it together Like a jigsaw laid out on a table But when I am alone I fall to pi