Lights, lot of them.. in all colours
I see them getting bigger and brighter
I might be losing my mind
Or is it happening again
I should not write this down , not today
All I need to do is wait
And he will be home anytime soon
Eyes are stuck at the main door
I had asked him to paint it green
With antique carvings all over
Now the door is dusty and less green
Now it’s like me, hazy and more unseen
Door opened, I was half asleep
I saw his tired face and bulky bag
Between murmuring, my lips became wet,
I slept again .
13 thoughts on “Drugged / Poem”
Nice poem.depression tone
Woww. Nice chechii💓💓💓
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Nice poem.. but, not better than “Doors”..
I felt missed something….! I missed your usual flow of words..! Maybe my less knowledge..!
This one I scribbled in a cafe. Glad u liked doors .
Kidukki….she slept again🖤
Thank you !
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“I had asked him to paint it green
With antique carvings all over”
Loved these lines.