Our Backyard
Have we ever heard
a cry of despair
of a despondent soul
whose every night
is a moonless light
drowned in the deafening silence
of an egoic heart?
Do we have the courage
to come out of the comfort zone
of our delusional cocoon
and instead of searching
for illusionary truths,
empathise with the soundless whimper
of the bleeding souls,
living life worse than ghouls,
yet wearing an enticing mask
to allure the feral instincts
of a fallen civilisation
of which we are a part
and though we have a choice
to stand apart,
do we?
06-November-2020
Copyright © Unseeking Seeker | Year Posted 2020
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