It Will Be Over

Heavy with breaths
I am presumptuous
In these turbulent times of mine
Gnashing of teeth in the dead garage
One night, when all are asleep
I’d be like a mad machine
One morning, when all are awake
I’d be deaf in your afflict

My strongholds are off to falter
I looked for a hand to save beyond despair
To cry for nymphs and cheer by me, but no one came
No one…
They slumber like fools, talking like a numbed savvy
Knew nothing about what was going on
Like a poor robbed off his cloak in the winter
I drifted and vanished in the darkness of chaos


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