Insight In Custody

Love, these days were so dark Frequently rain kissed the ground This is the moment when mellow tries to embark Right after the thunder shouts, echoing its mighty sound Love, these days I sink into numbness Blank pages haunt my enthusiasm Chasing days without any sense, am I getting dumb? Or is it just reality which tried to sabotage the poet's paradigm? Love, these days I sit behind the rain My mind was occupied but remaining behind a closed curtain I forget how to start, hypnotized by haze Insight in custody, I trapped within this phase Special thank's to Debbie Guzzi :D