The Blues

satishverma

Such were the times. 
You wanted to become sane 
after losing the mind. 

A death trap─ 
looking in the rear mirror. 
The first word you spoke. 

The ugly turn 
of the events. This November 
a moon eclipse.

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Comments2

  • kevin browne

    nicely done my friend.

  • Nicholas Browning

    This almost sounds like a transition from a memory to the present. I like it. It says quite a bit. Good work.



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