PRISONER OF SELF

Looking out

The colours shimmer,

draw me.

The voices tinkle,

call to me.

The planet moves,

grows on me.

 

 Grows away,

as stillness sets in.

Leaves me,

as silence descends.

Shuns me,

as darkness falls.

Wincing within.

 

Lost the key

To dream.

 

Locked

In my soul.

 

Aekta

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