Poem
I’m in a rush
Suffocating every breath to be hush.
Clinging on the limitation,
Conjoining with hallucination.
Addicted to exhaustion.
Tick-tock
Tick-tock
That’s the moan of the clock.
Being murdered by the talk
Of the solicitude and the balk.
I’m
hungry
Chewing my own body
Drinking my own salivary of worry.
I know, it’s kind of farcical.
Yet it makes me jovial, go along with this circle.
Catalyst
I’m in a rush
Suffocating every breath to be hush.
Clinging on the limitation,
Conjoining with hallucination.
Addicted to exhaustion.
Tick-tock
That’s the moan of the clock.
Being murdered by the talk
Of the solicitude and the balk.
Chewing my own body
Drinking my own salivary of worry.
I know, it’s kind of farcical.
Yet it makes me jovial, go along with this circle.
Such a nice poem 😊
BalasHapus