My residence

POEM

My brain, like a home,

Is a prison, at times an escape

Music, wishes, worries, smoke

Harbouring at the entrance

A life comprised of waves

I'm not a sailor, so they drown me

Within, I'm capsizing with each breath

But like a filter, I dont show the ugly

It's not exactly how I imagined life would be

Once when I wished to be a teen

Like a baby, I crawl on my knees

Because a coward doesn't stand on his feet.


My brain, like a home,

Is where I brew peace

Casting imaginations

Of places I've never been

Holding conversations

Filling me with glee

I'm not a painter, so I can't portray my visions

Forgotten aspirations

Lie in somewhere within

Treasures, demands, dreams and regrets

I don't understand for how long I should harbour this mess

But it's my mess, my art piece, yes!

Which keeps me under duress.



My brain, like a home,

Is beaten down by confusion of

Morals, Christ and sin

It floats in the in between

Trying to balance

Mind, flesh and spirit

Courage, cowardice and shame

I'm a Christian but of the world

Indecisiveness- a path that is most safe

But only because my mind creates plausible illusions.


My brain, like a home,

Is where I form love and goodbyes

But for a while, I'll step out

Adventure beyond the boundaries

That have confined me for years

I'll wander like a madman in the rain

Knowing that at the end of the day

I'll return home to my brain.