13th Floor Poem by Nithin Jacob

Standing on this 13th floor looking down the street
In the offing for a breeze to lift and fling me away
Times I have spent in a locked room over a decade
Memoirs and few fairy tales live, there are myriad
Standing all alone, up above and see them smolder
I look around and see all busy oh they all are busy
Few fish and grey dolls in your blood shed fiction
I cannot verse the bells of my spirit, oh my seraph
Bleeding and writing a love tale on a filthy hurdle
Scribing phony fairies and shedding tears oh game
Oh, you have known and seen me sitting all alone
In lonesome, Oh zephyr who made thee so special
Oh, I am diving down to the place where I belong
Oh, I’m sinking all the way down towards a start
Lime, cherry, wine, flicker, flicker bulbs oh charms
Oh, my mind been whirling around a ‘beep tenor’
Sunrays, rainy days, misty hills, I’ll miss you all
Blue moon, dark sky, icy water, I’ll miss you all
Christmas bells, church choirs oh an amazing era
Going alone, all alone, down, down, down, down...