a thousand thoughts flicker in my mind like city lights
so immortal, so loud
lurk in disguise like a predator
my mind the prey
sit still, a hostage to my thoughts
the greatest of kings in histories
set tyranny over me
over my spinning head and feet stationary
set abode in this insurmountable melancholy
in forlorn musings, the walls of horizon contract
suffocate a thousand smiles i was yet to have
a stranger at bay, and still a stranger at heart
never knew myself like i was an art
woke up a widow, a death of myself
an elegy for my angst and lament
a prayer for a life undreamt
in tears of the years i have left
as a prey, as a subject, as a widow
i never wake up, i never sleep,
am i my thoughts?
i wonder in every heartbeat.
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