Becoming Yourself

Becoming Yourself

The fear right
below your skin, festers.
I listen to hissing sound of
simmering muse.

Space between the
words suffers. There was
no meaning left by
unspoken ties.

The castle of dreams crumbles, brick
by brick, in the hands
of sleeping volcanoes.

You need a
snake charmer to sway
the beauty of crooked
smile of time.

I still watch the trap.

Reviews

[Arundass TP]

Beautiful poem.

Space between the
words suffers.

Words make space suffer.

Good work. Enjoyed reading 👍

[Mauricio Montoya]

ive been reading many works but this one leave me lost, it must be spiritual because it words speak like an Indian because we can't relieve location but keep inside so nobody know what we have inside. yes be your self bet don't let them know because there many who don't want to hold your truth, take care and thank you for sharing