The Dwellings

Twigs of my imagination

Encompasses the strings of dreams

Tangled and clustered, making waves like a turbo machine

Realization sets in and begins to take over

Signboards and posters were there on track

A warning device for this enduring, weak heart of mine

Blindly not heading the countless cracks

Leaves me back to square one, start of time.

Attempting to erase the stain indented in my soul

Specks of dust as it flies away leaving its deep mark

A mark so permanent, merely looking causes tears to unfold

The memory of the last goodbye, hurting to part

Careless, foolish heart

The wheels of time go over and over in my head

The beats of its fascination went overboard too fast

As I nod in agreement, to say the least, it ends itself

It begins to make its own sense….

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