The land of confusion…
You keep dragging me there…
To the land of confusion
Where doubts are everywhere
Where grows the illusion…
I try to flee, sticking to reason
I fight to win and beat your demon…
As sharp as it can be
you are to hurt
When the sweetest thing to be,
is your heart
You seem cool
like the wind of June
Its clever how u can fool
Even your own tune
its uncompleted...
donno why i couldnt finish it...
1 comment:
You couldn't complete it because it was meant to be incomplete. I had to go through this poem over and over again to appreciate it. I tried to give some shape to it. This could be the confession of a simple but systematic homemaker to her husband who prefers to live a bohemian life; a husband who is a sensitive, intelligent man who has the soul of a clown that forces him to blow it up at the most crucial moments of his life.
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