Moonlit skies on hazy nights;
morning suns and rays of light;
Gloomy shades of grey and white
specks of dust wandering in-to sight.
Weekend delights
and Monday blues,
through wars raging
and talks of truce;
With cardboard boxes we sit and play;
sit and watch this world go astray;
Emotions collide in frenzied fray
and eat us inside, they prey.
Memories of my fictitious glory;
I live inside each broken story
And! the images of blood that stained;
Lie stashed away in my heart;
Contained.
All the madness, of worldly gain,
and the darkness of my ever-pouring rain,
through all the happiness, sadness and pain
An unwavering sanity which drives me, “Insane”
By: Viraj Belgaonkar
the structure is really interesting, i love the last line.
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Thanks. just wanted to offset the flow of words with a more “rant” like texture that exists in my mind.
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those are the best sort of textures : )
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🙂
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