Straps Poem by Raluca Mitra

Straps



Wall -
Drunk shadows playin' on dead bricks.
A diligent spider weaves
The canvas of my dense thoughts.

Coating -
In places cracked,
By the outside rains wet;
Proudly holds its sallow.

Ceiling -
Guarding my dreams like nymphs.
You tyrant, placed there in vain!

Rains keep falling,
The sun still rises,
My soul still dying.

Darkness -
The madness' black night
Falls like a net on euphoria.

The mind is cloudy,
The heart is foggy,
A demon of forgetfulness
Makes tight circles on the ice.

Monday, October 6, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: darkness
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