Blowing Tantrums

The lights are din, rather dark;

No stars to ornate the skylark.

Here again with confused emotions

Trying to make sense of all this commotion.

Did I miss my herd where Moses led

The way to mental peace with no regrets ?

Or have I all this while, misinterpret,

The way to embrace peace even when we bled ?

 

Dragged with bounded hands,

Yet out of no compulsion.

And as my ears eagerly listen

Having no answers or solution.

To see them fly away with burdens halved

And why I do it, the answer still lost.

Waking up to self disgust, the irony of it all

Yet there I am again, for it all.

 

And… I’m still lost.

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4 Responses to Blowing Tantrums

  1. pure2core says:

    Mind blowing words…seriously admire your writing talent.. :-p May god bless you friend…

  2. Poets Rally says:

    The lights are din, rather dark;

    No stars to ornate the skylark.

    Here again with confused emotions

    Trying to make sense of all this commotion

    love the opening lines, how sweet.
    :).

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