gushing wind and the cold night
no soul, no shadow by my side
it is deep and deadly dark inside
shuddering my self-pride,
spewing symptoms of inner blight
tears buffer in the eyes
pleading me guilty
crushing my assumed might
I think of the great good men
the hypocrites, all passing by
in their languid moves of pretense
betraying me with my knowledge
of who am I, but not one of them?
“Who are you?”
Do you ask yourself? I do.
Do I get my answers?
No. I choose not to.
in the dark, I see no one to blame onto
in its sheer silence, I hear no one to my rescue
distraction doesn’t come to me
I am hungry, I am starving, I am mortified
yet so reluctant to feed myself, I decry
having only my ego, my pride on the menu
by no means such hunger-pangs I shall abide
I sleep on it.
©Written Frames, 2019
The skill of escape is mastered by us all.
Beautiful!
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Thank you Sana ❤
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Your mastery with words is once again apparent, this time a wonderful composition that sends a chill up my spine. Is there a more frightening place than the questions we ask ourselves when no distractions exist…?
Loved this …. though it leaves me ill at ease prompting the shadows to swirl.
Fabulous my dear Shefali ❤️
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And this is the comment I was waiting for… the very reason why I write… 🙂 🙂 Your comments elate me and inflate me with pride… 🙂 🙂
Such introspective questions are the hardest ones yet with simplest answers, I feel. And mind you my dear friend, simplicity is under rated. Simplicity itself is the most complex concept to deal with…
Thank you for reading me and leaving this wonderful comment for me to stop by and read it multiple times and increase the number of views on my blogpost by myself.. HAHA! 😛 😛
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1000 views from India guaranteed then 😊🌹With a few more from Canada… and maybe if I launch my VPN I’ll send some from another exotic place 😉😂
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haha! Are you sure it will be from Canada? Because I am so sure for you to be a Martian… unusual D, the mysterious D, the kindest D ❤ 😛
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I love the change of tone by the time you move to the second paragraph, everything that follows is awe inspiring and makes one embark on the journey within… This poem has so much more to it than meets the eye! Stunning, stunning!
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You are a sweetheart, dear Isha. You shower me with love and praise that I may question myself if I really deserve this. But then we are empty receptacles anyway. Be it love or hate.. both seeps in… while one strengthens the shell and the other cracks and shreds every last inch of it.
Thank you for strengthening me…. ❤ ❤ Lots of love!
P.S. My apologies for the delayed response. My visits to WP are sporadic and may continue to be so. Hope to catch up with you soon over a chat!
❤ ❤
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This is just gorgeous Shefali ❤️
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And so are you, dear Priya! ❤
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The profile is not expected to be more than 300 words.
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Beautiful writing. I love the way you create an internal conflict in your poem.
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Many Thanks Lucia. Welcome to Written Frames! 🙂
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