My Thought

There is eerie restraint,
Unbridled, fettered thought
Murmur, mute, intoned silence.

Sunray pierces the ear of the wind
Observes its swift spread soft,
Rippling through leaves so dried
Decrepit, despaired, defeated.

It runs through corridor deserted,
Dark, dampened, dim lit,
It runs in furious solitude
Searches its confused hide.

My numbness chases the shade.
The Sun sympathized
Knowing that I am not cut out.

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