|One more day|
I wish to know your depths. Or shallowness
I criticize myself for my weakness,
I reveal my dark sides to the terrifying, dazzling lights of scrutiny
I lie on my bed in the darkness,
Shivering, frustrated, almost alive
I look vaguely at the crack patterns on the wall,
Trying to decipher the messiah’s message
I try to get my inspirations from the scribbling of insane poets,
Long lost in the obscurity of their schizophrenic hyper-intellectualism.
I flow with the time, seeking solace at the end of every evening,
Yet I fear the coldness of the night staring at me,
Yet I fear the sad urban moonlight,
The desperation in my eyes failing to conceal my consciousness
I fear one more day of hollow music and the smiles that meant nothing,
And the cruelty of loved ones,
And one more day of pin-pricks at odd hours
And the distorted fraternity of a culture gone wrong.
And one more day of disillusionment, of agony, of ecstasy,
And the monotonous painful deaths we die each time we make a compromise,
Days add on days, and I grow old, gradually accepting things.
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