Drift and Sway | Poetry Remix No. 6

“Slowly, slowly drift and sway.
But it never goes away.”

I have no plea, so now, what can I say?

I’ve gotten myself in trouble again.

Because, just like a long reverb, you stay;

every word you say drifts inside my head.

And now I’m in trouble again because

as I drift, you’re the song that’s on repeat;

the sad song of a prisoner of love.

As I drive the street, love won’t hear my plea

to set me free. So now I’m stuck in queue:

Mind and soul have no rest inside of me.

I’m in trouble as I’m captive to you.

Slowly, slowly drift and sway.

But it never goes away.

If you like this poem, check out “Lost in Love” by Neeldip Barot, as the original version of this post, “No Plea Except Guilty.”

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No plea, drift and sway
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