My heart is pounding
I want. I don't!
Like an infant's
leg wiggling against the bedspring.
Oh my God!
I am struggling
with what's right & what's wrong,
Like a humungous fish
stuck in the small pond.
Oh my God!
My mind is running
To and fro
Like the pendulum,
to kick start everything from before
Oh my God!
My thoughts are juggling
between I can & I can't
Like the dark sky
muddled about the sun or moon.
Oh my God!
My feelings are cheating on me
I am not sure if i do or don't,
Want you beside me, like the layer of ice
on the frozen river.
Oh my god!
About the Creator
Chandni Venkatesh
"La poésie est une histoire en soi
N'a pas à rimer
parce que c'est beau de toute façon"
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