Here I Hope Again
Please read the work of a talented writer.
A cacophonous dawn has begun again,
The tragedies of haphazard life has sunk me
Like dipping a cookie in a bad tea,
My mind; is it a bedroom?
Sketching demons in the corner walls of self-sabotage
Is my brain a radio?
That someone has left on all night?
I exist in a trance of melancholy.
My relationship with my thoughts like a chess match,
Sitting back, deliberating but afraid of making a wrong move.
Thoughts seeking constant certainty of future.
I can’t know the future in advance, how unknowable
But i still continue to search for it.
My cataclysmic soul entrapped in a dungeon of fear of uncertainty.
I sit on my window sill, cogitating like a philosophical drunkard poetess
Sometimes longings & agony mix in my tragically aesthetic mind
Like a swirl of milk in a bitter dark coffee
Without a respite, my heart downpours heavily
And I extinguish…
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What a beautiful poem
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