You were collecting the
clocks, to stall
the time; for a pathless journey
to nowhere.
Quietly the colors
start disappearing. Only
a blank void
hangs on the eyes.
The body, is at work
to teach the soul. Fat will
singe the mind. You will
never know, why did you suffer.
My sleep was ordained
to become eyeless. I
will never watch the dreams.
Blind spot snaps out the light.
If I become you, the
freeze will set in.
The blackbirds are
circling.
- Author: satishverma ( Offline)
- Published: June 2nd, 2018 20:06
- Category: Nature
- Views: 27
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