My skies
Frowning in the silky brows
Exactly semi-circular
In its meticulous geometry
Nowhere to start
Notwithstanding
Where to end…
Doomed
Are my stringed
Yet strayed dismally
The not- so- common thoughts
Dome-like adorned though
In its peripheral outskirts
Popping up
Sometimes
And just beeping
Seeming so ignored
Simply
Imaginary
Fascinating though
Only appealing to me alone
I do admit
My mutilated dreams
Tonight frighten me
In this muted darkness!