Glued To Chair Poem by Nemo Outis

Its raining outside,
I am sitting on a chair,
glued with gravity of idleness,
the pain pulling me down.
the winds roaring out loud,
the voices screaming all cries,
the thunders scaring all fears,

the insecurities that strangle me to sleep
the fears wake me awake.


the songs of freedom, such barbaric noises
the thunders, wind whistles, luring me to
shower, drain away insecurities and fears.

But I sit here on a chair,
glued with gravity of my insecurities and fears.