Hopes For The Future Poem by Pinaki Dewan

i feel tired and i hear noises i cannot interpret
eyes hover about me disappointed stricken
but the darkness and the solitude will not let me fret
only this choking feeling with gradually thicken
and consume the dust that lingers on my lips
with the dexterity of a surgeon and let me speak
and i shall know poetry that chafes slits and rips
i shall understand the whimpers of the weak
and the bleak heart will break open in a flash
and the bloody flesh will know when to gash
and the night will form a mirror like this world
and the clouds will cover the stars and the moon
the perpetual psyche will disentangle the knurled
and the dream will burst like an overinflated balloon