Thoughts

Turning away

Away to no man’s land

With frail squeaks of the bird in a distance

No hell no wrath

No distant flats

No rush to conquer.

My mind a maze

Creates its own blaze

The streaks that burn me one by one,

I writhe in pain

Yet the tolls in vain

I burn to squish them away.

My battles fierce

No names no pierce

I just squander,

A million mile

With tithes to smile

Do I bury or slander.

Where are the lights

Where are the heists

Where are the blooming dales.

Starry nights

Burning days

they are all purulent and infested.

No gentle breeze

No shades deceive

I fight, i hide, i squirm, i laugh

I jostle my dreams

And toss my fears,

I swim with cess

I swim with noise

to the nomads land and yonder.