Monday 28 January 2019

Confinement




Splinters ripping his spine
Mind is confined
Circular motions
Eyes opened
No sight
Nowhere to hide

Wave’s crash
Against his shoe less feet
Hearing the sound
Is his musical beat

Carry away my worries
Boats drift away
Cloudless skies
Warmth of the sun rays
Life is in decay

Blackened mind
Blackened shackles
Emptiness fodders his bed
Pages of nothing
Chaotic head

Breeze pushes his skin
Pimpled raised
Within


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