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  Apr 2014 Hera
Jaanam Jaswani
He creeps near to the foot of my bed
With that smirk
Oh he's come to cocoon me away to his army
Of dented men
With cropped souls

He asked
But never said please
To come with him
Where it's warm
I shook my head

He persuaded me
But never said please
To come with him
Where gems trickle down your face
I said no

He insisted
But never said please
To come with him
Where his home was
I refused

He forced me
But never said please
To come with him

When a comforting light pierced through my eyes

I couldn't see what it was
For it was far too beautiful
It sheered the man away

It was so modest
So against the beauty of living
Of looking, of tasting
It was a stoic;
Passionless

It was like the water
So against the grains of sand
Of dirt, of ink
It was a stoic;
Calm

It was so indifferent
So against the pull of pleasure
Of sin, of feeling
It was a stoic;
Strong

It was like god
It was god
For nothing
Would come close
To freeing the devil off the foot of my bed.
Hera Apr 2014
Sometimes I feel as if the ground has slipped beneath me and everything has become the ocean.
I imagine my self sailing away, slipping away under death's night sky.
The stars leading me to nowhere, and nothing at all.
Like the moon, I am endless. Not knowing where I start or begin.
I'm wondering through different worlds, standing on edges, becoming dust.
Everyday I am new. Everyday I am a new dream.
These people inside me come and go.
They cut me dry and leave me to rot.
They love me and tear me apart.
My reflection is a thousand in one.

— The End —