An Outcry of Impatience

Here I am,

Again, back from yet another,

Crisis.

I thought it was utopia,

It turned out to be unlike it.

I was confused to go ahead,

I waited for time to decide,

It happened with a blink.

Utopia, as they would say it,

I call it a slaughter house,

I chose it,

Over another,

Much finer confinement,

Now I am stuck with it,

My mind barely intact, 

my patience given way.

My skin was peeled,

It was painful,

It was slow, 

That was the only solace,

I cried to let go,

It clinged to pull back,

Then, the butchered soul,

Did flee across the tides..

I miss the house now,

It was better than this untrue paradise,

I recall this failure,

Yet again, the struggle,

Incomplete though,

Partly because I lost,

You won, and 

I Gave up……

Tanzila