Mellifluous Murmurs

A Matter Of Time

The disturbance of the subway annoys my infallible heart

intense motion affects the desire and stabs it; just like a sharp, steep, yet gentle dart.

This world is full of worry,

it makes me want to find a corner

and hide–

for I want to be invisible before the flurry.

My curly hair falls onto its place

partially hiding away half my face.

"And what does this have to do with that?", you may ask

but remember my friend, a girl's life is all just a jumble of words and a big task.

I questioned the life we lived up until today

it made me feel violated, like I was conflicted in a fray.

I'd always intend to look around and study my ways of life

I'd wander around my house– my eyes would finally land on a knife,

I thought it would end all problems; all strife

but I was so very wrong, because danger is so rife.

I hugged my body tight because I felt obstructed

I kneaded my worries because I was instructed

I count my tears one last time because I am yet to be abducted

and it made me a little relieved because it was the last test that I conducted.

My toes prickle upon soft sand,

It gave me a sensation of posh, maybe grand

I close my eyes because I felt like I was walking on my own land–

As if I was deprived and banned,

I see the three pyramids from afar and its stand,

Oh boy, oh boy, I can't believe I lived in a world so bland,

but look at this beauty,

any heart would crash land.