A jouska with myself

A Poem by prabal

A jouska is a conversation we play out with someone in our head i.e. in our imagination Here in this poem there is a tug of war between coinsience, thought and reality. Feedbacks appritiated

Something tied to my heart
And someone pulling it tighter
Naked and exposed to hurt
Tortured and touched to madness

“I'm good”; yet evil to myself
My heart is the devil himself
Capricious, evanescent to another
This heart is an instrument of pain

“Yet you exist as one”
“Your very existance is questioned
Who are you; where are you in life
You seem not to exist with one”

“But I will help others”,
“And what help will others do?”
Your weary, your soul is weary
So don't budge an inch

“And my min...”-“ Your mind another
Another demised slob that entertains no other”
“That instrument of thoughts
Channeling every second”

“Your heart never consults the mind
And your mind never consults the heart
Sure your born amnd made of emotions
But your thoughts dont move mountains”