Indira Renganathan’s Poignant Reflection on Silence and Despair 🎶

Sometimes my verses <br />Get sentenced into a muted click <br />Muted mind sits sombre <br />Scratching the head to grey <br />What next <br />Somebody recommended dying <br />Meant to me the other way <br />And I'm fastened in the dark-lands <br />To escape, my tardy mind <br />Thinks, thinks, thinks <br />A shearing spark.. <br />Outwits <br />I'm relieved<br /><br />Indira Renganathan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/muted-hours/