A naked hollow ; a pleasant scene Some dim figures, their presence feigned Exhausted breaths of monotony Lacklustre hours, no epiphanies; Just a camel back ride on a desert land Time is obsolete, they'd come to believe.
Years tumbled by as all smiles grew small The beckoning of Duty, a hard call to decline Shifting backdrops and reality at their feet The figures did rise and move with the breeze But toil was key; it wouldn't pay to dream.
When the moment dawns; and that hellish thought Hearts will weep over abandoned plots, Conformity is a one way street: downhill, to collapse in a uniformed heap The past will gallop and knee them in the back, smirking; To vanish, in clouds of apparent regret.
Facedown, one sees most intricate dreams: Uncovered pains and forgotten schemes The ticking of seconds in bullet speed and, Clamorous noises from half-filled vessels.
Though wistful rains may pour heavy, Disconsolate, they'll forever remain: For failing to envision exotic worlds When the mind was feisty and yet uncaged In that naked hollow During those pleasant days.
I wrote this poem thinking of the person I don't really understand whether I love or like him, maybe I'm even just obsessing over him. So if anyone does read this, I'd really like to know what your thoughts are on it. What do you think I feel for this guy? Hope you'll let me know in the comments :)
**L O is his name in my contacts. It's not his initials or anything. LO stands for Last One. It means, he'll be the last one I'll feel this way for anyone... for the foreseeable future, at least.
Silently having been bearing the unjust moves of selfish mankind, through all these years Mother earth,finally has had enough, Quakes often to reveal its anger in revolt And cleanses its face from filth and dirt Dumping down the thousand garbage souls in just one go.