I need to take a break
from the ache
that is building in my head
I need to go to bed
I keep tossing and turning
Burning and churning
from the arguments floating
in a vicious circle, gloating
voices boiling my insecurities
into a smoke of obscenities
The moonlight seeps through the curtains
spewing shadows of persons
on the plain and blank walls
resurrecting the calls
I received from the trip down memory lane
A lifelong bane
A motion show is aired
one that is impaired
by the negative thoughts
that are all in knots
tightened and sealed
into an unbreakable shield
I fear they are going to take over
turning me into a pushover
I fear they are going to take over
without a carryover
of my true self
I fear the pretty picture that I painted
will fall into a debris of taint
where trust is non-existent
where honesty is a fool's armor
where being curious is ridiculed
where nice people are to be waried
I open my eyes to the dark of the night
the moonlight bring in mosquitoes that bite
the pillows damp
my mind is revamped
I surrender to the voices
telling me to accept the choices
that I have made
tears cascade
Here is a poem that I wrote in response to a visual verse image: The Burden of Fakeness - Visual Verse
Happy Monday!
Deepika Pydatalli 