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Reverie?

Karishma D'Mello

There’s no room for rumination
on my bed today
I can’t toss and turn around
or think the night away

I can’t move a muscle,
while I wander, into space
I’m caught between a muddle,
and a messy place

The depths that lie before me,
I’m intrigued, but unassured
the path, it is unpleasant,
but the lure, is unexplored

Lying stiff as a board,
I surf through my own mind
This paraphernalia,
could never keep me confined

As I make my getaway,
I sense, the irony
that I’ve broken apart to wander,
in a place I’ll never be free.


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