Waves'

Unframing time,

Stitching chains in mind,

Shattering glass,

Taming hopes and ages of gaze—

When will this road end?

If nothing is broken, then how come it breaks the unbroken in brokened hassels?

My tears were unwatered, but my emotions dewelled me a deathbed...

Moments of time are isolated in moments of unbothered actions,

It feels fine from outside, until it's hollowed in torture of thinking and thoughts—

again and again...

It's a curse, 

it's a tranquil tucked with temper,

lack of uncurbed tongue—

Now I wonder, another unholy in name of a mistake...?

Is this a habit now or a lacking understanding in name of immaturity?

Heating moment of blind;

Where comfort feels like hammered nails,

Needling needles on needled drapetomania,

Drapped in dripping atelophobia,

Scars that scares the scary scatters of triumph...

I wonder—when will this road end?

I'll remove my footwear and go barefoot on a land full of sand,

To ghost and walk on a broken bridge—

Beared it for ages,

Arguments and ornaments that decorate love,

Misunderstandings can't mishear fire,

Over head—it's blur.

We are lying in a world where therapist needs a therapy;

You like the way she talks, 

But never to have back,

And it's a crime if it's done to you...

Not listening, but I blame those choices;

I wear a ring, but six years is a lie;

Ignoring all those words, taking over my body and soul.

Head and heart have twisted needle,

Don't speak, don't look in the eye;

You have got that back until it decides to ruin your own mental lexicon;

Scream for a scream—

lies under throat;

They don't know...

Waves—

they return,

they repeat,

they remain.