Amongst The Doubtful

Amongst The Doubtful 

In the distance, someone is singing;

while the emptied dance floor awaits only me.

A windy whisper through the still;

"Fall in love with no regrets," I heard. 

Vulnerable while they ride the wind, also their laughter, deceitful! 

If I happen to agree, life is queer with its twists and turns,

yet, never in extremity;

the center of my own sorrow would heal and burn. 

Now I've got the scars too.

And learned this world can knock me so far down.

With passion's proclivities, they say it won't kill.

"You will not disappear", says a blank sheet.

More than just the anxiety, 

I'm suffocating with perfect pictures.

Sometimes I wonder, 

'Does anyone say, " They are beautiful in their own ways." ?'

Starting with so lot of similar doubts,

I've always been in a dream and another dream and another one.

They might all be the same; to the frothy blue waves,

all frozen in the tenebrosity of an unknown yet usual place.

I don't like my thoughts sometimes.

On silent hours of nights, squandering a fortune far away,

Black maybe the clouds about me,

But still I'll rise.