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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


Reflections of pictures..
Reflections of figures sitting closer..
Reflections of scriptures written bolder..
Reflections of toys…
That broke after the summer holidays.
Reflections of clothes..
That flew in the stormy rain.
Reflections of shoes..
That stood beside.
Reflections of holes..
That brood inside.
Reflections of stories..
Reflections of faces emerging unfinished.
Reflections of traces urging repeatedly.
Reflections of hands..
That left their mark..
Reflections of lands..
That can be ventured even in dark.
Reflections of songs..
That were sung in glorious fury.
Reflections of wrongs..
That were misguided by envious jury.
Reflections of seizure..
Reflections of teaser..
Reflections long gone…
But still visible refusing to be blurry.
Reflections of drops which were unseen.
Reflections that stops despite being keen.
Reflections of lies..
Reflections of denies..
Reflections that felt so real..
Overpowered by surreal.
Those that stay..
Are rare..
Deeper by the day..
As much from the stare.
Where reflections of incisions..
That got wounded in a stealthy affair.


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