Amazing poetry by a talented writer. Please read and enjoy.
there’s a cloud
you’re unaware of.
It holds my thoughts,
my whereabouts, love.
Whenever you shout and I return with a bite,
the mountains dust off their demons,
You know that I hate it when we fight
because you always shape-shift
and become weightless,
like a feather caught in white bleach,
where your blades
never get silent
you’re trying to make me
You wonder where my head is now,
since our stillness won’t soothe your satisfaction.
Any breakage in the atmosphere
would please you
Just when gravity stops my cold heart from moving,
a brain of mine disappears,
so my life is no longer here.
The basement sky turns unresponsive.
Within vapory textures,
my inner cloud toils with itself.
Raindrops condense with cognition,
restraining ache and tension blockages
from building up tohubohu.
Heartbeat sounds replaces speech syllables.
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