The Chorus In My Blood Tonight

I am a rambler who seeks the horizon inside me.

I hate the demons I have inherited.

I love the love I have inherited.

Either ways,

I have castles to walk in;

In the guards hail a lullaby;

Chorus bleeding my ears,

Harmony feeding my fears.

Either ways,

I have films to weigh up,

Either ways,

I have the hook to patch fast my fate.

Is my art just in my head?

The thought eats me like a dying ant inching toward sugar.

Is this cynical?

Real or imagined,

I want to break apart and make art and make love.

This world revolves around a ball of fire.

Guess it doesn’t burn our walls cemented by ignorance.

How do you break apart?

I am angry.

Not like a kid who got robbed of their toy,

Like a kid who has never been told about one.

If I scratch the skin on my arms to the point where it’s all ripped off,

Will I stop feeling like this?

Will I not feel like there are ants for the blood in my veins?

I will keep scratching my arms, till I,

Till my toes and my fingertips and my gut don’t feel.

About the author:

Hello, I am Devshree. I love writing and all things poetry (which is mostly just me

rambling but yeah). As one of my pieces below says, “I am a rambler who seeks the horizon inside me.