Wednesday, 29 June 2016

Boxed

Lying there, I wonder what time is it.
Is the day still there? Has the night set in?
Is it finally the quiet I needed to hear?
I try very hard but still nothing.
I can’t hear my own thoughts, my voice.
I can only hear my breath, fighting for the next gulp of air.
Even the night’s silence does not help me open it.
Its locked tightly and I can’t find a way to open the lock.
The moment and me are still not in the right combination.
I need to unravel the storm in me. There is no other way out.

For this storm can only break me open from this box of void.

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