If this is an illusion,
but it still attracts us?
I don't know how I feel,
I am just forced to obey and obey.
I have to look,
No, this is not me!
Yes, a lot.
Nothing in the mind.
nothing in frame
but it is my only fault.
Is illusion inside of you?
The look that took me to the abyss?
threatened I feel,
The heartbeat becomes zero.
Don't talk like that anymore.
Like I am nothing to you but a bore.
Harsh remarks,
Repeated attempts of insults, it is all that.
Blame for life,
Who is true and who is belied?
A repeated wrangle,
I will no longer have two eyes.
The eyes that feel defeated,
The eyes that mingle in fear of loss.
Yes, the sympathy of heaven.
Nothing can be more deluded than I.
Refuted utters,
Mismanagement is all I suffer.
That clutters,
Shattered is our embrace in demises.
hones your gaze,
what is it that binds us, I am dazed.
an entangled mess,
scooping our temper little by little.
caught our emotions,
bewildered are our gaze.
If this is an illusion,
but it still attracts us?
I don't know how I feel,
I am just forced to obey and obey.
I have to look,
No, this is not me!
Yes, a lot,
but nothing in the mind.
respected virtues which never loose,
yet for some reason we stay apart.
The End!
{Cover- Image from Pixabay}
Theme of the poem: I was hurt like usual and the feelings started to accumulate when I started to write this poem down. It has always been like this, I am unable to control my emotions from childhood and that makes me vulnerable quite easily. My own family gets irritated and are unable to cope up with me and my emotions. While I am already suffering from within, the only way out seems to me is by writing it down. My messed up emotions need a space, a space that recognizes it as it is, so I am here.
Interesting facts: This poem is not entirely the common type I usually write. It has gotten very less rhythmic lines and is more monotonous. Each stanza is telling the story, connecting the story but the it not lyrical at all. However, if you read each stanza as a line and take a breath before reading the next, you will find a correlation in the meaning and it will start to have a tune to it. Not a rhythmic one but one that connects it all.
