Friday, February 1



Blink


Soggy, wet restrain
Perspective shifting to mode abstain
Bewilderness of a child
and ten blue eyes
Mission unaccomplished
drowning in vain

Middle of the path road
brain squirming like a toad
breathing down annihilation of thoughts

How did we lose,
when we never wished to have fought?

Sample a bad day
listlessness followed by dismay

No reason for logic
and no thoughts to wake
No more room for comfort
or placid cheer
Herein lies the anamoly
to the wake

Rub the wellness
and cleanse the vows
No strategy, no will
whats all this wisdom,
the biggest Overkill

People find it easy
to hate
and hate finds
it easy to hold

pain of a possible future
and misery of the past
thoughts converging
into bunkum strategies
that occupy hope
but seldom last

Did you blink,
to a glimpse of the rising?
Did you settle the gaze
as the sun lazened to the shore?

I wouldn't know of
such sight

I wouldn't know
who last felt lost plight

Blink, to the dawn,
the journeys,
the veritable sailing
and the sliding doors

Blink to the mercy
that we have another day
to drive it to the shore

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