Chaos
while the silent moon is above the horizon,
the teeth grind to block the ears to
allegoric noises in the head
of crumbling paper in the hands,
screeching fingernails on a metal piece,
squealing chalk on the board.
the disarrayed thoughts
like untidy paperwork,
An emotional chaos is creating void in the chest
and the unrest mind disobeys to sleep.
Copyright © Ravi Kiran | Year Posted 2015
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