The late realization
When what's mine is already gone
But the nightmares are undone
Through a cycle
Through a loophole
Drowning noises
Stabbing in the chest
Of my sunken soul
Not mine
What used to be mine
Not me
From the bone marrow to the spine
Cause my own self is an actual prison
Lost in the dark vision
All I see now is blur
And the silence
The time having the time to endure
I scream and scream
Till I fade away and disappear
"Am I a hoax ?"
"A nonsense craft"
"Scattered, Lost in the draught"
Wilderness on a loop
Spotless, scrambled minds
Like a Rubik's cube
Screaming
"ANXIETY!, ANXIETY!, ANXIETY!"
On a battlefield
Fighting against the quarrelsome reality
Feels of numbness
While running away from the squall
And the wickedness
Anxiety !
My name is the Bard
I inhale your words
I exhale poetry
I conqueer thoughts
Beneath the whistles of the birds
My name is The auror
Beneath the realm of clovers
Beware, beware of my pen
Scrolling through the chapters
Musings of a troubled mind
Scrambled like a rubik's cube
