Wednesday, April 23, 2025

Hazed

I feel a calm before the constant storm
A threat looming biased in form
Hostility speaking volumes of a suppressed world
A negative space, an unfriendly gaze
An insolent remark borne from crafted rage.

I feel a place expanding red
An uncomfortable exchange
An indescent cage
And no escape. 

A melodious charm is just a facade
An explode on the edge
All going in vain
With time and space
An itchiness remains. 

With an eagerness to revive the bud of hope
A harmonious music echoeing distantly
Is all ears to all gossips, 
Entering this maze.

Waiting to come out of
The eternal haze. 

Till then, 
Staying dazed. 

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