Dark clouds of vanity,
engulfing me slowly;
horizon of soberness,
constricting - stifling …
am i sane?

.

My vision of clarity,
blanketed -
by subtle obsession
i take a plunge  [into the void]
am i lost?

.

Drowning in my sorrows,
i’d invited,
that rained on me [heavily];
my only desire…
escape!

 .

This fodder of humanity,
i’d taken,
when i came in -
is choking me badly…
Help!!

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Posted by Awsiv in Poetry, Opinion on October 4th, 2007  |      341 Views     Share This     Print This Post