A Broken PsycheA Poem by Sami KhalilThe shadows, the personas, the facades...A Broken Psyche
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Sami Khalil A broken psyche is an awkward thing. The shadows-ever present, ever witnessed. The personas- concealing pains, confusions. The façades- windows fogged from smoking fireplaces. The giant elephants in the room. The clouds drifting on the plains of the soul. The front row seats of boring plays. It demands servile adulations, auspiciously wreaking social lives. We become the lost arts- the stops, the starts. The bottom lows, the top heaps, taking the blows. The stumbling blocks, the heydays, with handsome paydays. The whittled existences, the thriving endurances. The grimaces of another face, sign posts of another place. The stolen silken dreams, the dreary nightmares, it seems. We struggle to understand, confront, heal to no appeal. Can’t work up the courage, organize the storage, enjoy the forage. Oh! A cumbersome thing indeed. © 2022 Sami KhalilReviews
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