Strange, Very strange...!

It sits in the corner and stays on me all day,
quietly, discreetly to the point
that i sometimes wonder if it left,
that until i get up to move and it shoots
blue darts up my body, to and fro and to.

It must be the way you sleep said one,
must be a lot of stress said another,
I don't know, things are the way they were
before, added with a little more tempo,
but staying the same anyway.

Its almost as if it limits my actions with its darts,
and when i run my hand over it, it gives me
that feeling of a very comfortable pain, the kind
i'd actually let be. Until i get up to do something
and it darts back at me!

It lends itself to me in a bluey manner,
engulfing and entwining around my thoughtflow too,
until i realise and soothe it with a balm,
it stays calm for a couple of hours,
only to come back and haunt.
I've got to change my posture,
I've got to change my routine,
Change as it seems is suddenly forcing itself upon me.
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.
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All of it owing to this darned backache of mine.


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Sweaty palms and a humid glare,
the waves break upon the shore.
the vibrations from the iron bell,
the one in the middle of the turbulent sea,
can still be heard across this deserted shore.

How did i land here?
when did i come?
unbecoming in this vast land of plenties,
where i have nothing more to ask,
but for other people to be with me.

I saw a ship come close
to the shore today,
but it just turned away and left,
just like everyone else.

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The neatly laid out sidewalk
from being carefully laid out
with layers of sand and gravel and slabs.
has seen many a ghastly sight.

Splotches of blood, shrilly shrieks,
torn pieces of that little dress and paraphernalia
scattered around its dingy corners,
ever so often a distant horn is sounded.

Blood, More Blood.

As i step outside the music den,
out on to the sidewalk,
after feasting my senses,
the familiar smell hits my nose again,
a gush of strong wind, blows away
any remains of the toke.

Puff, Blow away.

Small whispers in a distant corner,
a twitch in the eye, as the lonely light stands,
with a solitary gaze of puff and mist,
"The sidewalk is laid out so precisely and beautifully"
Its something that you would never say.
seeing the things the sidewalk sees.

Run away, Get back.