JUST A STATE OF MY MIND

Sleep the most sinister time of the day, The beasts awake starting to bray, smelling the fright A gurgling smoke, thick as an iron rope blindfolds the hose of imagination.

- BY NEELAKSHI BANERJEE

And sweet respite turn to a bloody adrenaline rush The body unable to cushion the uncontrolled fright Vague symbols, a horde of house, a chasing spree A menacing laugh, the sharp canines salivating I run and run into the foggy smog, The road unweathered, barrened brown Coarse and cobbled with unfriendly faces Each guarding a malevolent secret, too vitriolic to let loose I turn left and right, searching faces But the masked mob still closely at my heel, Just find the stone chipped path of a familiar lane Of my once home, now a foreign sigh