In the waste land of materialism,
twisted, stagnant and bare feelings
Whirls,Stirs and Simmers.
Emotions,
Tamed and contained,
Frustration mounting..
Till it culminates to a suffocating nausea,
rotting your innards and soul
waiting for and explosion.
and then The scream.
nice poem, presented thee frustration n loneliness very well
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ReplyDeletenice one.....venting out of negative energy by screaming out....one can try at ones rooftop :)
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