Friday, 4 November 2016

Insane Fears

by Sheena Singh


Dark Grey walls
smother me;
greasy floors
soared my bitterness ..
jerky shocks
failed again
to keep that
convulsive blabber
at bay..

My free mind
craves to turn
my fancies
into a reality..
Aliens there
trying to steal
a mind that was sane

From their glaring eyes,
I hid myself,
else they tow me
to darkness again..
chained by toes
I crave solitude..


Set me free
To see the Sun
The Moon
The stars
The You!