There is no sound when trust is broken,
No mark when life's impugned.
No anguished cry when there's deep hurt.
Though the heart bleeds there is no wound.
I am a master of deception, I deal in true lies.
I carry with me uncountable faces and emotions.
Some that are dark and unbidden,
Some bright just like sunlight.
And I take part in this charade, this great unorganised chaos,
I know it as moments, some call it life.
Unknowingly I become what I fear,
Another speck of dust in the great desert of time.
Mocking myself for sounding hollow,
Talking big but swimming shallow.
I carry the ghosts of other people's wishes with me.
My own dreams are hidden somewhere in a burrow.
They quake and tremble at the thought of me finding them,
Coz they know I'll drag them to the slaughter house of reality.
As life gets snuffed out of them one by one,
In my most sanest and logical choice, I'll know insanity.
Logically InsaneA Poem by Tamanna© 2022 Tamanna |
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