Malle

It is raining outside. No, this isn’t one of my fictional stories…well it could be, but it really is raining outside. The sound of the raindrops, (I wish)—they seem like they’re washing away my unnecessary paranoia and dilemmas though every time I do so, I hear the raindrops slowly fainting away when in actuality they aren’t.

One of my teachers said to me, “the more you learn about this world the more closer you are to reaching insanity.” I am not in the mood to dwell further into that..hence we shall move on.

For a steady hour now the rain has been constant in its falling down.

Sleep!

Falling asleep gives one the pretence of peace,

Hurry, pretty soon it is going to be deceased,

The kid now has grown into an old geez,

Our good deeds, with what intentions and ulterior motives?

The plot, the puppeteers applaud their siege,

They seize and then pretend to appease the foolish,

The masses readily swallow rubbish.

I am now merely a rotten piece of meat,

Then I screamed with all sorts of squeals,

Agony, despair and dissatisfactory,

Now all buried in the depth of the sea,

Faith, fate and uncertainty,

The man gazes and finds himself dazed,

All the days passed by,

None with the knowledge,

Of what next might be,

Folly, forgetful, hopefully not strayed,

The journey comes to an end,

He has no idea when,

Right now it seems,

Immortality and well-being,

Forever this human being will remain in esteem,

Chasing dreams and living like foolish kings,

Until he falls asleep and stays in his dreams,

‘A mistake it has been!’

And so he deems,

Buried In the ground,

It is never what it seems.

The rain has stopped. I guess I was in the mood for poetry. It is too quiet here. I shouldn’t complain, quiet is good and also sleep inducing. Therefore I shall try to sleep early and hope to dream of flowers, gardens and pleasantries. Oh and hope to wake up to a good ending or to a good start. Thank you for reading.