IMPULSE

Every step of the way
brings its own shade
and every moment
in silence, I spend,
I spent it on
not knowing rage
with humility
and in disgrace, I laud
the belief that spurs me on
wishing I could turn off the switches
and loosen the hold,
clog the voice
and turn off the lights
long to cast away the yesterday
while praying I could somehow stop
and not let tomorrow
be the same
here are the hidden nemesis of
our hide and seek fame
sometimes, I feel our fates are tied
I grip pain and I see a pair of moisty eyes
Not to forget, every page has its story
holding the narrative is the motion
comic, rythmic or gory.

Impulse and that is all of

us that remains.