Fog & Lights

It was an hour

passed two;

my vision clouded

from flashing lights

and white smoke

which engulfed

every other being

in that small box

of a universe.

 and in this box,

i was in my own

even tinier world

moving in my own beat;

everyone else

just figures

swaying with music

i could not hear.

their shadows touched me

but i could not feel;

except for the stinging pain

down my soles,

i was completely numb.

your presence

were even more surreal.

your smile,

just a phantom

of my subconscious.

i guess my head

was also fogged

and you

weren’t really there.

it was just a figment

of my intoxicated


***Found this old poem in my inbox… 🙂


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