Incessant

It stings me

And stays in there

Till the brain is swollen

The venom seems to spread

As the nerves can’t convey to me

What the head wants.

My fantasies break the insomnia

And I slip into the slumber

That I so very wanted.

The chirping breaks the peace

And those thoughts seem to be incoherent

With the oxygen

At the first light of dawn

I am not that stupid

To still ignore what I want

And I am not even that week

Not to admit, but to the outside world.

Apparently I am the only bank

To my real emotions

Which if known to even the known

Might deprive me of what I currently own.

Yes I am scared to spoil the imperfect

The future frightens me.

I know it’s impossible

But then I realize

Now even my instincts are adulterated

And hence lives the hope

And so do I!

How can he be so insensitive?

As I run the gauntlet.

The stars shine on and sparkle to my demise

I wonder when the cauldron will be full

Because I am not yet numb

And it stings again!