My Scattered Thoughts iii
I run into the wild noise of the world around
when get troubled by the pangs of this stormy silence...
suffering from the deafening of ears
to the melodies of the spheres around,
I pity myself
though I've always been holding a placard against self-pity...
why is soaring high so difficult
especially when heels are deeply dug
into the fine dust of broken dreams?
Mild pain is the vital sign of life!
can any of my multiple selves tell me what do i want?
For making my tomorrow fearless
I keep on watering fears in my Present, so I know it,
a moth of peace striving against the storm-currents, but
is the diagnosis cure?
do not let my warmth exhale
as I don't want to turn into a stone-cold being please!
I suffer in the desire of not to suffer any more, in any way...
what i wish, gets inside out and upside down...
a true anarchy!
let me stay as remorseless God!
today You are not away from my mind,
not even for a second, (the consolation enough!)
though no better image can reflect
out of vacant stares meaningless...
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do i make any difference?
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