A Disquiet Mind

Poetry is liberating,
And so I’ve heard,
It unlocks your disquiet mind,
And lets the thoughts unfurl.

I have been heart sunken,
For a long time now,
The tragedy of the known,
Is the worst of the kind.

Taking refuge in activities unrelated,
I had to divert my mind,
How long I can hold the dam,
I had yet to find.

When it hurts from within,
There is a restlessness developed,
Your heart feels sore,
And your hatred swells from inside.

Wear striking colours on nails,
They glitz away your attention,
As you gaze in admiration,
It’s in your mind...Sweet, sweet flirtation.

Do justice to your life,
See most places, talk to all,
Have gala of a time,
While, as they term, you are in your prime.

While you cannot essay an unquiet thought,
You can verse away the blues,
You have the rhymes in place,
If not, it still brings out utter grace.

Days I spend in agony,
Are the worst days of all.