Poetry

What does your word mean?

You scribbled commotion!

You restless scene!

An abode of vagueness,

That pours insanity in mind.

Why are you so proud?

A web of emotion!

Clawing an eternal duel,

Breeding a world of lexicon.

You reach my hand,

You curve my stand,

Then you cover my seasons,

With snowy cold reasons.

You are my escapes

My silences

A sweet nothingness

Melting my defences

You are my sleep

When my wet eyes keep me awake

Poetry – my beloved sins of will

When I speak no language, but cry