A Nonsensical Scribble
closeted between hues,
flowing through shades,
dissolving my swirling blues.
singing plaintive dirges,
etched on dusty rough sleeves
humming notes of woe,
hurriedly embossed on fallen leaves.
words entombed in mouths,
fading, trapped in emerald green,
blurring glimpses of truth,
slipping between visions unseen.
My heartbeat gallops,
committing ink to paper,
donning a smile blatantly comical,
I catch myself napping,
stirred by a nagging realisation,
the scribbles, much like the scribbler,
seem to be, quite humourlessly nonsensical.