I listen to the stillness
I witness purity at dawn
I listen to gentle rain
I watch the awnless lawn.
With my eyes closed
I try to feel
Sudden rush of chillness,
Stillness in weather’s appeal.
My bare feet lead me
To the last bench I see,
No one is in park
Just stillness in bevy.
Only rain on them sound
Barky trees don’t sway,
Stillness have cursed them
Just still they stay.
It reminds me of a picture
Once I hung on my wall,
Black demons were all around
White man stood still in thrall.
What I see, Is it photo-frame’s ordeal?
Or is it me inside it, alive and surreal?
Demons have stolen all the colors
Caged me in arms of stillness.
I will push through
The stillness stilled,
Demons turn weak
Once the Sun is unveiled.
I run; fast and quick
Stillness freezes me at halfway
But I still can see and feel,
Stillness in the next picture on my wall.
