The tears have stopped ever since…

Life got in and I forgot to be completing my National Poetry Month writings in, now its June… So, Imma skip that out and post something that I wrote recently πŸ™‚

grayscale photo of water illustration
Photo by Hossam M. Omar on Pexels.com

and when the wind
slowly caress my cheeks
in precision strokes
like that of an artist, I sit still
lamenting to the halfway

moon-
hidden behind laced clouds
like a shy bride

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the dreams painted on my
charred diary, blurs,
as I pluck feathers from the
dream catchers

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the metaphors clogged
up inside my trajectory veins,
send waves upon fear
as I wait in rain
for the music to stop

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and the words,
they haunt inside sleep
and laughter; waiting to be released
from the turbulent storm.

but when they emerge;
they spread like ink bloats
spilled from an overfilled pen

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I sit naked to the stars
that twinkle in defiance;

I no longer
contemplate if their actions
fall under my
weighted scales.

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