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In the Black Streets of My Mind

IN THE BACKSTREETS OF MY MIND

      Loud crowd of feeling
      in the black streets of my mind
     failing to revolt
    jumbled, bewildered, confused
     random, but in plenitude.
                                           Some ask to aggress,
                                           some advice just to forget,
                                                better to ignore.
                                                          Some insist to take bold step,
                                                          not to indulge or endure.
     When I myself fail 
     to tackle wicked liar,
       nasty betrayer,
       if the being gets suffering,
      I rejoice, ‘Rightly served’!
                                               Strong emotive urge
                                                sometimes don’t bother at all,
                                                ready to confront.
                                                Yet compulsive helplessness
                                                 expect revenge by Nature. 

  09/26/19

  'In The Back Streets Of My Mind' Contest by Silent One.

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