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The Abyss Within
I retreat into myself,
Cursing my name like an idiom.
I realise my curse;
It is but this phase I have dived into.
I just detach myself from the glass.
It is always a stressful game.
I long for the heavenly pride—
Such a tide comes when I take such a stride!
I cannot help but wait for a lasting punishment.
I cannot save myself.
I cannot help but escape within.
I cannot but be used to my salient classics.
There was a remarkable midnight,
The last time I closed my eyes.
My brain is being fragmented;
Now, my heart is but an illusion to me.
Though we are in fallacies,
My other selves have turned, just as I have.
I am accustomed to being my own paradise—
Yet any sanctuary I build serves only to trap me within.
Copyright ©
Abir Sawran
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