ManicWorld Magazine

The walls of my room have held
the strangest of secrets for a while. 
The windows know all sullen horizons
through the boulevard of time. 
For years, 
I have been trying to capture my life
around the ghettos of pen and
when put on my soul, 
and lightest when 
put on the internet. 
The room has witnessed
untamed solitude put to serenity
over and over again;
Someone knocks
at the door 
and asks for a deal
while other wa
for them—
it’s a deal
of words and emotion, 
for me—
it’s a war 
from life and beyond death.