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