Sentence after sentence,
Imprinted in my mind,
Printed on the yellowed paper.
Mustiness of the aged paper,
Attacks my nose with a vengeance.
Flip me,
One after another,
Be addicted,
Fellow stubborn victim.
It entices me,
It sits there,
Welcoming me with
A menacing smile.
I inch closer,
Wary of being sucked in,
Into the dark abyss,
And never finding a way out,
But would I want to?
Waves of jumbled thoughts,
Keeps crashing down,
I have lost all control.
Declaring a mayday,
Fear grips me.
Layers of trepidation,
Stuck together,
Thrown at me.
I can't breathe anymore,
I'm suffocated, exhaustipated really,
Square point half, backtracked
Beyond the possibilities.
A shame pretty much,
Cynical remarks thrown at me,
Can only pollute,
Mark my brain.
Grimy and laced with dirt,
Its hilarious, exhilarating,
To you, only to you.
I enjoy,
adding colours,
increasing the vibrancy, enabling,
the recollection of the most vivid memories.
We don't run in circles,
our revolutions,
mere oscillations, we can
fool the whole world, its
mere entertainment.
snap back into the harsh reality,
it awakens in me,
the sick transformation,
which I have dreaded,
i pushed it back,
so hard with all,
the force i can muster,
drained of energy,
it's all i can.
the period is drawn here,
not condoned by, the willingness,
of my deadened heart.
