The Ritual
Nihilist :
Being observed,
makes you feel undressed, naked.
A linear, ramp rage
rises.
Pieces of time
fall in your mouth. You start behaving
erratically. Hawthorne effect ?
You know how sharp, stout
are the stings ?
Testicles shrink.
The unrelenting zero burns the fat.
The emptiness was howling.
Time was dying,
and dying was time.
Satish Verma
Copyright © Satish Verma | Year Posted 2012
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment