Sitting on the sidewalk
Delving in some muddy thoughts
A quiver of shiver sat down my spine
Realizing one of the denial tides.
The moon was full
The chirping went dead
The only sound was
The swooshing of the windy bell;
It reeked of red intentions
And purple wickedness
Of none but someone
Who was waiting to dispel!
Let not your creation be the thoughts you keep running from.
Rappelling down to the vortex of thoughts
I could hear my voices echo
Some teeming with urgency
While some, lying in angst
At the corner of the damp pillow.
I wished to swipe them out
But alas! “Your creation”, they exclaimed
My brazen thoughts and those voices
Work but in tandem
And I’m the only one to be blamed.