A Madhouse

 
The sound of water almost uncanny,
 A plastic bag bloats and floats
 like a memory of thoughts
 piled and halved beneath,
 my sagging skin of skins.
 The room is a liquid gel
 with my thoughts arrested,
 sleek and colourful.

Water Ripples
 my thoughts bifurcate further
 With tunes of melancholy
 and cascading mystical languages.
 It's supernatural.
 To observe the stagnant darkness
 with my crisp white eyes
 A twig eating another twig.

I sit and scream
 in the slivers of time
 piercing through this vacuum body,
 I hear rumbling of sky
 detonating my body vapours
 I nourish the thoughts
 like a cotton swab
 softly, piling and weeding.
 It's almost ethereal.
®MVS


26 Comments

  1. First paragraph,beginning with behavior of thoughts..wow..though you told how thoughts are floating..you took reader to depths in first paragraph, ” sagging skin of skins,room of liquid gel and arrested thoughts” 💙💙 loved it….And then second paragraph ” Water Ripples my thoughts bifurcate further With tunes of melancholy and cascading mystical language” This is really..I can relate..thought can be broken or take other form or distorted with sadness and melancholy..it’s Soo good.. and third paragraph ” screaming through slivers of time ,nourishing through cotton swab..everything neat and we’ll finished…….. I always find pleasure in reason through these unique lines..

    Liked by 1 person

Leave a Comment

Please log in using one of these methods to post your comment:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s