Songbird songs grow monotonous,
Restless ringing of the same insufferable tone.
At 10 am the clock dongs ten times,
A schedule that ticks and tocks like a metronome.
Humans walk from door to door,
Footsteps clicking 1,2 1,2
Poets rewrite the same insolent line,
"I love, I love; I know I do."
"Understand the rhythm of life,"
Cries the falsified deep-thinker.
Not a poet, nor new to strife-
I too am a falsified deep-thinker.
Humans bustling according to their parts,
Clicking against one another-
Like gears in a cosmic contraption without a purpose-
What say you, oh, meaningless entity, who cries out without a purpose?
Songbird songs grow monotonous,
Stalemates in the limitations of life,
At 10 am without fail, the clock dongs ten times.
I too, am a falsified deep-thinker.
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Birds in Glass Castles
PoetryMy collection of poems through the last few years in some of their rawest forms; more steppingstones of my journey as a writer.
