When my Voice Got Heavier

 Now everything is turning heavy,

Heavy like the weight of world,

Heavy like this dearth of morals,

Heavy like the voice of my words.

It feels heavier to breathe,

And much more than it the will to survive.

Everyone busy carrying their loads of sins,

It is heavier to care for someone to have your vibe.

My curiosity which I once loved is now heavier, 

No answers but these existential questions thrive.

Maybe I wasn’t cool enough for this world,

So therefore I carry cold faces isn’t it vice.

Yes, I know you wanted it but it is impossible,

It is much more heavier to just lead a normal life.

Maybe it replicated my voice,

Or it started only when my voice started to rise.