AUTOPILOT
At heart’s beat, an innocent twitch
Breathing blends with the familiar sound.
Eyelids open, the sunlight slowly etch
Into the eyesight and a grasp numbly found.
Another twitch, the legs move and kiss the cold
Arms slowly reach the unforgiving bareness.
Muscles shove thus, the frozen body unfold
Robotic acts early, an inevitable progress.
The show starts; a certain itch came again
Hand reach for a picture of someone once a dear.
Under the light, it gives heart of such pain
Something breaks and cried the betrayals in care.
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Love For Poetry
PoetryMidnight thoughts. Poetic skills occurred during boredom. Feelings flow out along the pen and hands. Enigmatic imagination of unforeseen scene. Love of peotry has always inside the man. It only awaits for the push and muse to let it all out.
