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Strangled and binding strands
Confusion from a battling mind
Waves of flooding questions
I try to leave behind.
Counting digits of odd and even
Such lunacy they usually say
Yet I search for safety
For each and every day.
An impulse that I try to resist
Walking away from such obsession
then it finally worked on me
Like a slow crawling infection.
Searching for comfort
A compulsion I can't get over
Stepping out from the border line
Could mean a serious disaster.
My thoughts for reasoning
Had gone into a blur
Counting every ticking time
Popping a pill and hoping for a cure.
BINABASA MO ANG
Verse Anthology 2- Collection of Poetry by Moongazer
PoetryThese are the recent poetry that i wrote with random themes. This will be my second collection of Poetry. Hope you all would comment and enjoy reading. Thanks... Moongazer >_<
