Succumb

The attack came in waves,
Effort to stay the flames,

Much as I tried to amass,
Defeated inch by inch alas,

Like a lost scruffy beach bum,
To the enemy slowly I succumb,

As it rose to claim the fight,
Slumber displaying its might.

A Spark

Slowly but surely Senses drawn to a scent,
Previously dulled by a tide of mediocrity.

A spark in the dimness awakens Synapses, striking. 
The CommonSense alarms blaring - run, run! 
Senses hesitate - to listen or to shun?

Confusion reigns, as the senses enquire; in which direction?

Confound you! Yells CommonSense, as it signals Caution to come forward. 

An Era apart, enslaving Senses and creating despair. 

The stage is set, for the heart's unrest.

M Mahmud

The Muddle

My thoughts in a muddle,
Tears drown in a puddle.

Scratch, scratch, it is a lovely itch,
The more you tarry, the harder to stitch.

Float on a cloud of dreams, a willing castaway,
The climb back to reality, a price hard to pay.

Feels so nice! Descending slowly in the fall,
Caution to the wind, it is my life afterall.

M Mahmud