When I wake up, I see numbness, endless,
I feel layers of regrets and sorrow.
I put on my slips and head out to my roof
And dance like there is no tomorrow.
My feets are tapping into the beat,
As have they been restless forever.
I try to sleep them every night a new way
But they seems to be even more clever.
My hands, that they swing, I do not rebel
But what I try to stop are their intentions
What feels like, they wanna be let lose forever,
Out of this body and write their own abstention.
My mind, it's been since running up north,
As In the fear that I might end, drown south.
The beat to the music controls my beat,
Lets me not utter, even silence from my mouth.
A layer so white, even thicker than my regrets
Surrounds me as I move like a wimp on jog.
My cold nights continue to consume me numb,
As I complete the Dance of the Fog.
The countless stars witnesses my unbecoming
And as the moon sheds the light on my tears,
As I try to dance my miseries away,
The dance of the fog becomes my flares.
By the time I could no more move swift,
And focus would be shifted to my tired clogs,
I would run back down and feel the physical pain, as my mind be eased due the Dance of the fog.
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A Quarrel in the Brain Park
PoetryJust some poems I wrote, at different points of my life. Hope you relate to them at some point. Also to remember, it's a collection of poems so there are many genres. See if you'll like either of them.
