Closing the Eyes Is what I Need To Now

Closing the Eyes Is what I Need To Now short poem

Photo by Yashna M

It is so different now.
Not at all what it used to be.
By just opening the eyes,
Could wriggle off the demons
From eating me alive.
Yes, that was all it required, then
To feel safe again, by just waking up.
These dances of the demons
That are seen in broad daylight
With the eyes wide open,
May need to shut the eyes and
Twine them tight to keep
The raging forms at bay.
For, seeing is believing and
Not seeing is another
Shabby ploy at a denial of sorts.
Something as good or rather that
Bad as a dog running with the
Tail tucked in between the legs.
Baritone, once so rich and
Full of fortitude, that used to
Calm down stricken hearts,
Mimics, the bleats of incoherent tones,
High in octaves, like the strung up
Chords of a dying lute.
A spectacle, past the prime
A lame rerun, of an eroded pomp
And, closing the eyes, is
What I need to do now.

This poem is part of the Poetry Book Songs of a Solitary Tree: Graphical Verses of Sublime Snippets

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Arun M Sivakrishna

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A reluctant writer and a sunday photographer. Recently published a collection of poems "Songs Of A Solitary Tree". Writes in English and malayalam
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