04 | lies
// and some days are turning out as dark nights. In the moonlit night, the incantation of music begins. If they want a shoulder to lean on, you bring them in— of course, you are just a need, when this spell breaks; everyone goes back. A chaos to fill within in the middle of the night, some wants escape, a consolation, a companion, that's all needed— when it's done, everything is over— and you're get back to zero, tell me if you are just a shadow forever playing hide & seek in the dark, tell me if you can see the l i e they told— only to befool you in the name sake comfort — are you getting lost in the happening of moulded chasm? And the sun peeks at the door, forever you're just gone, waiting for another night. //
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Poetry//clattering thoughts, jumbling ruth // forever lies, forever prejudiced // fumbling fingers, dipped in dangling // [ a prose poetry collection ] ━━━━━━━━ #16 on poetry ( 03.12.2022 )
