Poems

BELEAGUERED
In the way gravity used to be
The same thing as radiations
I beleaguer myself as I brood
My inconsequential narcissistic fantasies
Hunting down my horizon
Impeling my hurting heart
My mind is a storm
Constantly swirling
Blurry colours
And a sky in pastel
When I ponder about yesterday
My ebullience starts fleeting
Curses ripping my sails
And my attempts hitting a dead rock
I feel in a quandary
My mind grotesquely punctured
I beleaguer myself
As I linger for leisure.

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