The unrest
And
The constant thumping
In my chest
Force me to believe
What I don't wish to.
That feeling which
Makes it evident
That it's not okay
Is exactly what I don't want.
But,
Now that the chest
Has made it inevitable
Will you STOP
Before it's too late?
All the nights spent
Overthinking and overworking
Are on the verge of retirement
But, your thoughts
Still refuse to quit the place
They are embossed.
I don't blame you,
For the culprit is
My mind.
The mind
Which doesn't want
To feel divine and free
For it's the captivity
Which gives it new
Reasons to fight and strive.
The Sinner. The culprit. The head.
And
The constant thumping
In my chest
Force me to believe
What I don't wish to.
That feeling which
Makes it evident
That it's not okay
Is exactly what I don't want.
But,
Now that the chest
Has made it inevitable
Will you STOP
Before it's too late?
All the nights spent
Overthinking and overworking
Are on the verge of retirement
But, your thoughts
Still refuse to quit the place
They are embossed.
I don't blame you,
For the culprit is
My mind.
The mind
Which doesn't want
To feel divine and free
For it's the captivity
Which gives it new
Reasons to fight and strive.
The Sinner. The culprit. The head.
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