For a flower which never knew what it was; every bud felt like a thorn amid thorns For a dream that had skies but no wings to fly; every night seemed to be a circus of regrets ..... For every happy vibe that plumped in the heart; stood a heartbeat of doubt like drumbeats in distress... For every human who thought that he knew what he was; layers after layers of self knit up tight.... Vision came to slither away in silence ; filling the mind with shrill noises . For when i think and not do, and think and not do, I do nothing but everything in my brain , while my body, my bosom just stay like dead beats... I only hear the mind roaring I only eavesdrop on my dying heart beats ....... ~ M. From the dark alleys of the mind, from the crumpled buds we find, comes , a Voice! #nojoto#writer#words#lost#voices#mind#prosandcons#awakening#heart#poetry
