THE DELUSION IS ME

By-Ayushi Mona

 

The worst pangs of loneliness

Felt in a crowd.

Consuming seconds of sadness

When you see

All you wanted

No longer for you to be.

 

The monotony of the chiming bell.

Enforcing routine on a world so free.

 

Hungering for a kiss

Aching for a touch

Wanting to see what being loved means.

 

Angry retaliation then

For the pain you have seen

Then forgetting it, whispering, that's not me.

Thirsting to achieve

All my dreams.

Afraid to be,

So I cut my wings.

 

These,

These

are

things I feel.

 

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This poem has been published in the book 'The Last Flower Of Spring'. Buy the paperback copy on Amazon: https://tinyurl.com/y9sydnxn


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