#poetry #poem #iamwriting #freeverse

white paper
Inkless pen
Clock on the wall
Strikes in the heart
Brain goes blank
Eyes lose sight
walls of blank…
Built up

White ideas hover
Over on
The white walls
Reason by the blank brain
See by the blank eyes
On the white paper
With inkless pen

Leaving the room
Bashed like Dickinson’bird
Scars and fears roam
Past ghosts daunt the present
The past doors wide open
Wornout dreams fall apart
Past and present
Wears the same dress
Now and then change place
Exchange roles
Playing an amourphous tone
On the cords of my heart
On amourphous strings of my nerves
Future chuckles and shuts its door.


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