About Stagnant Stillness
I failed million times when I try to
even I know it's impossible.
I will tell my mind and heart at a time to erase you.
but they don’t listen to me.
my mind says, sorry I can’t control my travelling thoughts on him.
my heart says, am also sorry because am habituated even to his imperfections.
they betray and raise their hands.
when I try to obliterate his reminiscence, turn as the narrator and all of a sudden, I start evocation.
I don’t know why am injecting you into my veins.
maybe it was done when you draw my entire,
those extreme arts transform into rainbow tattoos.
I can’t compel my hands.
now my hands are not supposed to listen to me when I said to leave your hand.
because my hands have learnt your body better than they have learned mine
you are forever etched.
like the lines on the palm of my hand,
my hands carry the memory of you.
finally, being clear about
it’s very critical to expunge you.
because am indulged and you are consolidated
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