The Dull Nights Spent With Silence
Everything may appear
in perfect order as this vast universe is,
and behind it I can't hear
anything muffling sounds,
but spot faint shimmers of hidden worders!
Such are the dull nights spent with silence,
having nobody to whisper sensual words
when the peak of sexuality is aroused wildly
as my urge takes me to explore asexuality
which is not satisfying to a barren spirit
seeking fulfillment through the reminiscence
of moments remained intact as planets in orbit,
as kisses that tasted of breeze and scented roses!
MANY choose isolation to escape chaos, if not boredom:
tthey're the ones who are distressed and need space
to breathe freely amid walls of comfort and peace?
Do they realize that's restricted freedom?
Confinement is a betrayal of self-confidence, it's a hideout
to protect guilt that casts out fear and doubt!
Why does time pass slowly for anyone in ample distress?
Why does it favor the one who doesn't count hours and thrives?
I've fallen into the same trap being enslaved by the captor
which is time...will I regain strength and not flee in terror?
Will these dull nights spent with silence awaken full awareness
or destroy me? A dreamer who suppresses dreams never succeeds!
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