An unsettled soul keeps on moving
Never stops shifting
Constantly growing from the pain
Once the pain subsides my soul becomes stagnant
Empty
Depleted
Alone
This is how the oscillator helps me
I dip into depression melancholy abrasion
I fly out with renewed vigor
Madness apparent
Crazy making
If you have to listen
But the answer is clear
The answer is so clear
Keep on moving
Keep on writing
YOU ARE READING
For When The Revolution Comes
PoetryMou Ghose returns with poetry of oppression, loss, and despair which often end with the silver lining of hope - because the revolution is coming. Copyright Moushumi Ghose, Los Angeles, 2016 - 2018
