Uncontrolled Combustion

Uncontrolled Combustion

A Poem by HB Rita

The world had been plunged with a luxury dreaming sleep
You, I and the beasts are on the same turnpike
Uncontrolled combustion pushing through the chest
I wake up when close my restless eyes!
Baby, why can’t i sleep?
Tip toes odorless transparent falling from the clouds
Ugly surface of calculus makes air circulation
The sense of sight is blurred with tears blocked;
After that, I remember
One day, I wanted much more than I had!
The roar of loneliness which miraculously informed me;
My life right up to the courtyard of the house!
I see flamingos settled near riverside
Unexplained odor in the air
With pessimism thought I see,
A symbol of death in an empty room!
A silent night in an vacuous heart,
Eternal separation burns there with sleepy eyes
I wake up every time trying to fall asleep,
Wish to call for death hug
Baby, I can’t convince anyone
I wake up every time I go to sleep!
I can’t convince anyone
The wild blue yonder cries
Every time I remain silent
Baby, I can’t sleep!

© 2019 HB Rita


Author's Note

HB Rita
A restless mind is living with loneliness and depression

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When you are so tired and yet you can't sleep, the imagination goes awol. It takes you to weird places, gives you strange thoughts and tends to exagerate situations grossly. Insomnia is a curse and can leave you begging for release from its clutches. You have introduced some interesting imagery and I love the reference to flamingoes. They are incredibly graceful, beautiful and gloriously pink creatures with stilts for legs. Thank you for the read. I enjoyed it HB Rita. All good wishes.

Chris

Posted 5 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

HB Rita

5 Years Ago

Insomnia is a curse and can leave you begging for release from its clutches.....love that line. May .. read more
Chris Shaw

5 Years Ago

Please go ahead. The line is yours :)
HB Rita

5 Years Ago

Ha ha! Thanks love



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This one seems to reflect a sense of deep depression, possibly accompanied by physical illness. Both of these could account for the insomnia.

Posted 5 Years Ago


Wow, this reminds me (in regards to the feelings it gives me) a lot of an Edgar Allen Poe poem I read a long time ago.

It leaves you feeling somehow, upset but also almost numb to the fact that this is just the world we live in...and it will never be like the world of our dreams.

Posted 5 Years Ago


When you are so tired and yet you can't sleep, the imagination goes awol. It takes you to weird places, gives you strange thoughts and tends to exagerate situations grossly. Insomnia is a curse and can leave you begging for release from its clutches. You have introduced some interesting imagery and I love the reference to flamingoes. They are incredibly graceful, beautiful and gloriously pink creatures with stilts for legs. Thank you for the read. I enjoyed it HB Rita. All good wishes.

Chris

Posted 5 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

HB Rita

5 Years Ago

Insomnia is a curse and can leave you begging for release from its clutches.....love that line. May .. read more
Chris Shaw

5 Years Ago

Please go ahead. The line is yours :)
HB Rita

5 Years Ago

Ha ha! Thanks love

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HB Rita
HB Rita

Flushing , NY



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HB Rita, ancestors Bangladesh, live in NYC, achieved higher education at Touro College and University in New York. I am involved in New York City public school teaching for 14 years. I am also a well.. more..

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