Depression
I am empty in my own shadow
Arid space lifeless and dull, brown
fog trickles down the penumbra
Of my mind, pendulum moves.
Shadow and skeleton fill up
My cupboard-stacked memories
Igniting volumes of dead smoke
Polluting my incipient body.
Stewing figure stands behind bars
Forebodings, shattering crisp flies,
Smell resembles rotten oyster
In my midnight dinner plate.
Depression - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Lewis Raynes
Rajat Kanti Chakrabarty
27th February, 2018
Copyright © Rajat Kanti Chakrabarty | Year Posted 2018
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