Masked casket

painted faces

reflect the pigmentation of shame

and the strings of anger are pulling

the logic to fall

desiccated rivers of desire

found no will to revive 

I sense an

unquenchable thirst for

love , peace

and everlasting ataraxis

 in the midst of reflection

I uncover the pseudo bubble of protection

to find myself snared

in a casket of

void and ticking clocks

of delirium

yet my bleeding soul

wears the hopeful smiles

to recover

to dream once again

I depart from reality

to embark on the fairy land

of hope

Author's Note

Reviews

[Ashira Macy]

Nice and dark with a glimpse of hope at the end, just the way I like it! Your choice of vocabulary is flooring, it gives your writing a unique flavor that is a pleasure to savor. You set up the scene very well in your first stanza and end with calm, clear finality in that last. This was an absolutely wonderful piece, thank you for sharing it.

[Latifa]

thank you for reviewing my humble poety Ashira