Genre: Philosophical
HUMID ROOM
by Gokul Baby Alex
I feel I am not alone in this room
It breaths and crawls with my antics
So much of emotions brewing here
So much of humidity lives here
A plenty of sweat and despair is born
Simmering out of sickness
It grows weird in my eyesight
I have another humid half
I know it is not made up of my days
I know it is not cooked in my dreams
It may be the other end of my porous beliefs
They see through the wedges of my pupil
A world full of half-baked ideas
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