Let Things Roll
When I tread in a lone world
Lost in a cloud of misery
My thoughts wax into
Looming mountains
In an intolerant world.
The eyes dust away
The silvern reel unrolled
Scalloping the edges
Of ebony clouds over
Homes of broken souls.
Blindfolded eyesight is
Ruled by mysteries of suffering.
Just then a voice murmurs
In the enclosures of all razed souls.
It is like a strong gust
Flying past your unquiet home.
Leave it in the hands
Of destiny which will teach you
How to unlock your woeful heart
Of your tethered self to let
Your sorrows just unroll.
Balveen Cheema
November 7, 2015
Copyright © Balveen Cheema | Year Posted 2015
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