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2 AM Morning : Haunted Thoughts

I hear a howl Look out the window Find a shadow that calls Close my eyes shut Stay steady Breathing heavy.. Trying to flee while the howling haunts Gathered courage Starting to walk into the dark Where all things except you talk It's like the trees are staring down And the roads push you backwards So no matter how much forward you go You find yourself back at the same place Am I even walking right ? Your heart beats louder than the noiseless night Some car screeches at the background Echoing through the vacuum Is someone hurt ? There are looks in the dark That only books have spoken about There are looks behind you That only sniffing can rat you out The thought of being followed The thought of seeing the shadow of someone you don't want to.. Keep looking Don't be afraid Says the mind While your heart keeps saying Go home, and stay blind throughout the rest of tonight.. Speak to no one until asked Coz weak is never alone to be tasked The door closes on you Wondering why it c


Jumping on toes..
As I ring the bells..
Stood at the door..
With folded hands..
Eyes on my deity.
For in the temples.
She dwells..
Smelling the fresh..
With a tinge of firewood..
Vermilion mesh..
On my forehead..
Colored red.
Carvings in stone..
Said artistic stories alone..
Where souls..
Found peace.
When moments cease..
We steal puddings..
Getting into..
Gruesome fight.
Yet the essence of delight..
In the end..
It wasn’t worth ones plight.
A smiling beggar..
Hugging her baby tight.
The floor seems frivolous..
With devotees hurdled in tonight.
Seeking hideouts..
We utter play outs..
Hymns chanted..
Getting louder shout spouts.
Running into every corner..
To explore..
There’s worship behind every door.
The crowd multiplies..
Pride denies..
With subtle cries.
Kneeling down..
Touching the floor with their head.
Many hearts bled..
As they remember the days of dread.
Under every hood..
As we close our eyes..
The religion which binds us all..
Is Childhood.


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