With million dead,laughs
the rotting space
tired eyes dreamt, dim
your light,taken away
a life,blown hard on
the flame,to dance in pain
I restrain,
the urge to love
to hate,i find me
weak with pleasures,wrapped
tight under my stretched out arms
of grace.
smell rebellion
in,smokes of lazy content
hurting deep,the cigarette burn
of anger,the guarding angel
to sanity,impure
like the temple blood
write yourself
in a paper,crumple
the yearning,on the floor
dances madness,with maiden reason
trying to find,an extension of self
in the potrait drawn,of the dawn exposed
on a night that sings,of birth and end
in continuum.
A poetic depiction to the genre called stream of consciousness. keep it up my friend.
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ReplyDeletethank you for the read mate!
ReplyDeletedid not understand it well, read it many times though.Especially the first para..
ReplyDeleteIs it about perpetual destruction and then births?
i jus wrote down random thoughts.I do not think i'll be able to give you a precise explanation.sorry.
ReplyDeleteHad quite a ruffle taking the implied essence in. Finally glad to tell you i think i have succeeded. :)
ReplyDelete// the dawn exposed
on a night that sings,of birth and end
in continuum. //
Won hands down for me. :)
- R.R
Thank ya mate!
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