O mine….

O mine, O mine,
I wonder what it’s like to see,
To stumble down a stairway,
Of dreams, desires and all things sweet,
I cannot see the blurry eyes O mine,
Filled with clots if not ancient,
My insecurities, my helplessness and the shards of my ego O mine,
I sleep desperately over pavements,
To hear steps of strangers to sync with my heart,
But O mine, O dear mine, O sweetest mine,
They aren’t you,
For Dolus plays with my heart, my mind and my soul,
He finds happiness in sticking me with glasses sharp,
I bleed in snow,
I bleed in autumn,
And over days when the sun wakes up the little hummingbirds,
But my skin scaled, porous, heals my scars,
For new ones to grow,
I fall down the stairs, consciously,
O mine, O mine,
Can you catch me,
For just this once………….

5 thoughts on “O mine….

  1. Wow Harsh.. constructed so lyrically with some shakespeare and so painful:

    For Dolus plays with my heart, my mind and my soul,
    He finds happiness in sticking me with glasses sharp,
    I bleed in snow,
    I bleed in autumn,
    And over days when the sun wakes up the little hummingbirds,
    But my skin scaled, porous, heals my scars,
    For new ones to grow,
    I fall down the stairs, consciously,

    O mine.. I’m always here to catch you .. 💖

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