I tap my foot impatiently
Heart quickening upon a whim,
My brain working ardently
Everything is not as it seem
Sounds and colours, and feelings too
All flashing at various degrees
All of it real, it must be true
Like the humming―sigh of apple trees
Crooning the chorus of a relaxed hit
Eyes closed and reminiscing,
Savoring each melody bit by bit
Face caressed by breeze that is blowing
Tension and peace coexist
One could not be without the other,
The urge I cannot resist
Sometimes it's just a bother
My forehead is aching
My heart is in my neck
There is great pain in moving,
Everything is a shipwreck.
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PoetryThis collection of poems is for those that stay up at night, mind whirring with thoughts, those that fight to stay at the surface when reality drowns them. Finally, these poems are for me, for when reality drowns me, and I sink to the bottom of the...
