A Song For The Unknowns
In the witching hour when only the devil listens,I think of you and I think of me.
My thoughts splitting the amazing wave,
Racing and riding the coming darkness.
It's been long since it happened last,
Indulgence into my body and mind.
As others detach from everything around,
I unite into the surroundings hidden.
Reminding myself not to forget the questions,
Looking out for what I am to correct?
Knowing well there is nothing here,
But the thoughts hidden in others minds.
Into midnight as sanity sleeps,
Ask aloud for my madness and I shall show,
Mystical and deep, you'll be touched,
Sometimes I call it wisdom..Sometimes poetry.
Tonight as rhythm sleeps,
I shall sing in praise of all the unknowns,
Behind the shadows and in the light,
Calling it a song riddled in fear.
by © Sreekesh Menon at
1:39 AM
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