The Bats

'Only now you're truly well. Those are well who have forgotten'

Whether under the belligerent wing 

Of your favorite newspaper

Or in the den of her eyes grown cynical, 

Both past and future become a mere blur, 

Where your only purpose is to try and forget them. 

Dwelling in such sepulchers binds you, 

Summoning the bats that have no great love for you, 

Still they flock to you furiously, 

In the the tragic silences 

And questionable shapes of your life's anxiety, 

Calling out to you 

In a kind of screeching mystery.

Reviews

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Indeed it's great read to go through this....specially the second stanza and it's first two lines!
Well penned even in short😊

[Zorrin86]

Thanks, much appreciate your concise review

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Wc😊.....!!