Thoughts from many

I stand here,
Right in between
The brackets of confusion.
Cubed in the root of mishmash
Life disarranged like puzzle play
Multiplied in different squares
World’s like a rolling disc
Then a pause
Eyes numb
Chins lifted
The hands romance the head
Rummaging around for a fix
The deep breaths to digest every thoughts Bowed eyelid to welcome the tears
That walk down the lips
A brief mourning aftermath
Insomnia arrest
Handcuffed at nights
A bid to sleep and arise in Eden
But bawls busy on ceiling’s boxes
The silent cry of the soul said a prayer at last.
Saved.

Tochi