Frozen mornings that began before the sun
Now melt into grey evenings of the rain.
The darkest cloud, he whispers to me, “Don't run!
You did it once, believe me, you can do it again.”
“But how do I outvie the weather?” “You adjust.”
The bravest battles I've fought were those against myself;
Decking up my shiniest sword with old blood & rust;
A forgotten cold piece heating atop the mantelshelf.
Up the beaches I crawl, no woods to hide in
What a shame to be exiled in my own homeland!
They deepen my wounds, the invisible bullets that I'm fightin'
I grip onto time, only to watch it slip with the sand.
But what is a war if not an angry circus?
What are soldiers if not clowns who use their inner rage?
Look, the animal that juggled last night is now but a carcass
To be replaced by a brand new one in his dusty cage.
This youth bursts in its suddenness; a thunderclap—
Proving people how I'm a stranger they pretend to understand.
For that's the closest thing I can give them to a slap;
You know I'm chained for too long, to even raise my hand.
Would I shrink my feet to tread the narrow deadly tightrope?
Damn, is it always this frightening to stand so tall?
Neither guns nor laughter I have; but I run on burning hope
That blinds the familiar eyes who wait to watch me fall.
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Jaan 'Nisaar
PoesíaJaan 'Nisaar is a collection of all my poems; ranging through a spectrum of emotions of all kinds. The title is dedicated to the brightest star out there, Sushant Singh Rajput. He is energy, and energy never dies.
