Rust of the soul...

A Poem by abhas

I’m the evil,

That hurls flaming spotlights,

That shows your smile,

For your scars are not in their style,

Why do you smell of fear and pain?

To shower them in disdain

You can’t even walk now, you just slide,

I know the shrinking feeling inside,

Laughter and merriment makes you wild,

Wonder if there’s anything mild,

What a pity! You’re still a part of the mob,

Who shares the loneliness of your job...?

I hate you so...

Gulp the fireball one day,

And tried to go over the edge,

But in thoughts and despair,

Failed for there’s too much to care,

On the way home

Reflecting on the things left to do,

To fake yourself for you’ve grown,

An urban legend comes true,

A park passes by

Children play without the wings,

Whispers and tears put you to sleep,

To wake up again next day

To re enact the scene,

Only the hollow has grown...

© 2011 abhas

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We can allow the world to make us crazy. Took me 30 years and learning how to meditate to push aside the B.S of work. To enjoy the free time I have. A powerful poem with a lot of thoughts and pressure of life in the words. A sad ending to a very good poem. "A wise person looks for the good in a day."
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