The Acid Test

When you stand still 
in unbearable agony, the unquiet 
dark starts settling 
around me. 

Why this crisscrossing of 
ill-bred beliefs and credences? 
Hacking of the circinate thoughts? 
After the rolled up, 
tip of pain lies in the center. 

The dead leaves, 
noises of the past-are gathering up 
with ugly exhibits. 

As origami, you fold it 
and put it back 
in ice box.There was no need 
to decorate the death's crown. 

Eyes half-shut 
will not see the moon rise.

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A heart wrenching death you described....questions that's hard to match with apt answers...and a mind shivering thought is - half shut eyes wil not see the moon...
Thanks for sharing this Satish😊