Clean dishes, bed made.
Clothes ironed and bookshelves pristine.
Curtains flawless, floors stainless.
Clean surroundings, tidy atmosphere.
But my mind is still a mess,
forces inside, playing a game of chess.
I give an air, everything’s just fine,
then why don’t my eyes shine.
My nerves have never been at ease, since then
They say things will get right but when?
I am hapless, hopeless and all that stuff.
My heart pounds, my feet trips and of
my mind’s demons?
I can’t even comprehend!
I am distancing myself from people,
I want to live the liberty of an Eagle,
denuded of this horrendous world.
My words hurt, my acts kill
and my intuition liquidate.
My senses have fallen from