Strokes
I am plagued with the unknownLiving and breathing, waiting for reality,
To magically appear, from under my nose,
And set aside a fear, that’s only in my head.
Limited by the stroke of my thoughts
I write these words in paragraphs,
Beginning, middle and end,
Already set deep in my mind.
I'll move to breaking down the scenes,
Those that are crucial, for my preaching insanity,
Going back through to connect the dots,
Only to abandon it, thirty words into my story.
Nothing said, nothing to be said,
This is my new plan,
Thus far, it is not working,
But all is well here, this is another year.
strokes
by © Sreekesh Menon at
10:51 AM
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