Treasure Island

Abdul Wahab


A Revolving Sense


I close my eyes fast
To wash the negatives
To deliver a sweet picture
Of my emotions which I have got
In my pregnant senses
I check all the points
But no ways I find to trade
The strangeness of it that
It keeps revolving in my head
A lousy headache I feel
But I can not throw it
Or put it down as I do not see
The rays of means in the dark

Submitted: Friday, May 03, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, September 18, 2013
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