Comments about Raj Arumugam
Quiet Man Drained
It is two a.m. and I wake to the cold
and the silence and the anonymous darkness.
I am not the thinker
moves from in between states to full awareness
and it grips at my pits so. What is this feeling?
What is this pain and emptiness? It churns the entrails
and takes waves to hit hard against the cave of the head
and the creature living inside has to take all the pain.