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299

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English Poetry

Its 11 at night,
just the right time,
to pay a little attention,
to the day joker’s mime…

I have being watched,
by people here and there,
a novelty of joy,
unread books on the table,
like dragons they stare,
waiting to swindle me in their pages,
and burn me,
an earthbound human…

Time dilates and length contracts,
or so they say,
love is and universal truth,
money the root of all evil today…

But none of them as close to mine,
me in my hostel room,
my phone’s inbox says ”299”

Yesterday i was a jargon,
today a process,
so many came and went,
no clear direction but a total mess…

Left imprints right in the corner,
of my bed again,
days i went insane,
days i watched the rain,
days i longed for a little more,
than an earnest friend’s gain….

But none of them as close to mine,
me in my hostel room,
my phone’s inbox says ”299”

The next moment shall begin or end,
its attitude or altitude to decide,
i left my hometown long ago,
naive feelings i cannot hide,
but oh my god i’m so sick,
it still says ”299”…..

One Comment

  1. Gion Gion says:

    “The next moment shall begin or end,
    its attitude or altitude to decide,” – intriguing

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