UNQUIET 1

With eyes closed, I count numbers

I listen to the pouring rain outside

The petrichor creep through the window’s frame

fail to calm me

I am wrapped with endless deprivation

Shutting my eyes so tight , I shove away the comforter,

Trying to get off from the isolated realm

The room is filled with fraught silence

The memories are well-ingrained

They are part of my flesh

They come whenever they want

My mind would play it whenever I am alone.

With heavy breathing, I watch the play.

I watch it with my eyes closed.

This abomination is lethal.

This atrocities is too egregious

They spewed condescending sneer

They pelted haughty jeers

I move to the right side

I put my hand on my head

I want a temporary break.

At least.