#ranipoems

I hate the interest I have in random things
The feelings I lose right after.
I hate the wordlessness of my emotions
The empty noise of my laughter.

I hate the joy of eagerness
It leads straight to the grave
I despise the fear of ignorance
In my own way I feel brave.

I'm scared that I've lost the essence of breath
My heart still beats but it only echoes
I have become a drum to pulsating veins
Tingles, cramps and brow furrows.

I once wanted a savior, a peace was craved
But not anymore, for my brain has caved.
These heavy words buried six feet under my tongue
I need to a push to set them free, maybe the sound of a gong.

© rani