Impromptu Untitled 27/04/2016

Broken melodies fall from a sky of doubt

like chaotic rain strings, weak to wind.

Distorted noise shatters this dreamer’s mind

into shards of glass, harmful only to itself.

 

The remnants hide in their own reflections.

Identity escapes through its own backdoor.

Confusion and Self-loathing sing and dance

along the falling broken melodies,

among these meaningless words of nothingness.

 

27/04/2016 © Waseem Sherif

 

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