Depression-ll
It was a monday afternoon,
Warped up in an inertia
Now so familiar..
And me, I chase the motion of a wheel
like a helpless hamster in its cage!
You know he runs,
And yet,he stays
where once he had begun the chase.
A bald torquoise
head now appeared
Torquoise like the water that thieves the shells
His eyes
Rest diagonally on that bald head
Hollow yet shimmering
Like dews that rest on a dry Anthurium petal.
Slowly he pulled the strings of the wheel...
And here I wither away
My hands and legs
All tethered by a string were now snipped away...
Pick me up,I pray
and put me in a bowl
like one does to the beads that fall
and go astray..
And patch me back ,like a voodoo doll
And in that monstrosity will I rest
For now,when I see a turquoise head,
I'll stop the running,
pull my strings and stand erect!
It was a monday afternoon,
Warped up in an inertia
Now so familiar..
And me, I chase the motion of a wheel
like a helpless hamster in its cage!
You know he runs,
And yet,he stays
where once he had begun the chase.
A bald torquoise
head now appeared
Torquoise like the water that thieves the shells
His eyes
Rest diagonally on that bald head
Hollow yet shimmering
Like dews that rest on a dry Anthurium petal.
Slowly he pulled the strings of the wheel...
And here I wither away
My hands and legs
All tethered by a string were now snipped away...
Pick me up,I pray
and put me in a bowl
like one does to the beads that fall
and go astray..
And patch me back ,like a voodoo doll
And in that monstrosity will I rest
For now,when I see a turquoise head,
I'll stop the running,
pull my strings and stand erect!
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