I Wonder

"mOnce I sat down With all my frustrations, With the desperation to murder each inhibition living nowhere but within me, It would have been nice if I had a knife However, weapons weren't lethal enough to put the inhibitions down. Sitting there, wanting to cause harm to these demons, My eyes fell on a thin white sheet of plant fibre, Along with it was a innocuous object, that’s what I thought. Picking these objects with no expectations at all, I poured all of myself into the sheet through this object of different shades, To my surprise, it frightened all the demons or probably tranquilized them. That was the time I sat, With all my frustrations And Found something to control them with, to frighten them with. I guess I had a shield now. Again, I am sitting, With some of my frustrations. With the desperation to murder the rest of inhibitions, Perhaps I enjoyed slaughtering these demons with something so ordinary, But I wonder if I have over-exploited the only guard I had. Or my womb of ideas has gotten barren. Now, I am as clueless as before. Did it change anything at all? I wonder and I wonder and I wonder."