The inner voice in my head

The blank ceiling above my bed

The flickering eyes I random see

The foggy cloud that sits in me.

The slow cramping of my feet

The thought of wanting a lot of sweet

The random shivers of my hands

The blushing pilgrim is what stands.

The wandering mind I behold

The cheating bar being foretold

The lips mumbling in grief and glee

The jammed window is set free.

The on and off, the here and gone

The voices that say “okay now hold on”

The breakaway from a curious condition

The inefficient obstacles of my intuition.

The invisible person I want to find

The acquaintances of my mind

The guardian angel is what I’m seeing

The spiritual faculty of my being.

The togetherness is a happy day

The disagreement is a huge dismay

The intuition and me is my soulful tense

The instinct call is my blind sense.

-Adelene Coelho

About Adelene Dsilvahttps://adelenecoelho.wordpress.comIf you are in love with a writer, You will always live in their words.

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