Reverie
Half awake
I hear the clock and the calendar
having a fight.
The clock was uncertain
whether to strike one or thirteen,
and it irritated the calendar.
They fight every night
after I go to sleep.
They don't know
that I always listen.
No longer interested
I give in to sleep
But as usual
its not sleep that comes.
I fell myself drowning,
but its not water that's
fills my lungs
I fell that I am being swallowed
by this monstrous beast.
This beast has no breath of fire,
Its not loud, has no wings,
no sharp claws,
long teeth, red eyes, nothing.
I slide down its belly
Its not fear that I feel,
Maybe
an extreme sense
of loneliness,
or is it boredom?
I can no longer tell.
This beast, blank
and featureless
is my town perhaps,
or is it a country,
or a house,
A room, a bed...
It's not the darkness
that hides the beast,
Nor the thunderous clouds
or the tallest trees.
The TV was on, in the other room
I go deeper and deeper
The fight ended,
I dont know who won,
with my ears still fixed on the TV
I go down,
possession, possession
The calendar made some noise,
The clock like always, was silent
B. Depression and sadness
Copyright © Sitabz Garg | Year Posted 2017
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