Love_love_Mika

i'm not much of a poet.. just wrote this one poem.. it's kinda sad unlike my usual self.. i hope it makes sense.. let me know what you think Articles lay around The background music to my life But not another sound Externally But on the other side The dwelling, I can hear the needles drop Its piercing A surface, a cycle, a hurricane of emotions The sound of letting go Inside out So self absorbed, inwards and around Conformity, reality, tranquillity and explosion To question, conjecture There’s someone in the distance Collisions Hard, shiny, polished surfaces Scraping and scratching Screech eternally Some swelling Plane damage It grows, inhabits Takes over, inhibits Liberation, tied down Reach out No person in the distance Awaiting a reaction Combination, a clump, a knot, a sudden contraction Bang, let loose Expansion