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Insanity

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I rattle this cage in the dead of the night,
As I gape at the morbid guard,
Towering walls suppress my plight,
As darkness topples me with its might.

Light turned his back on me,
Many a moon ago,
The stale air suffocates me,
The silence drives me mad.

I weep and wail,
I scream and call,
Until those chides turn me solemn,
And I hysterically laugh.

Label me this and tag me with that,
Dope me up until I can’t talk,
These are murky waters you send me to,
Unbeknownst of how I may return.

Oh look, what a beautiful night it is,
Something to celebrate,
Startled at this sudden change of scene,
The mind craves familiarity.

Where did my pain go?
This void feels intolerable,
Eyes dash in search for anguish,
Because agony is better than vacuum.

Love knocks on the door,
But I turn it away,
Because revelries do not dwell in dreadful shanties,
And the dead do not wish for rain.

I follow this desolate road,
To where it may take,
Into the belly of frozen hellfire,
Or into the mouth of a tyrant.

But I was brought before a dying man,
With his blood on my hands,
It tasted similar to those boyhood cuts,
And it brought back the pain.

Did I smile or flutter with joy?
As I delivered those punctures to my insides,
I don’t quite remember,
Except that it felt so right.

I returned to that cage,
That dripping ceiling and chilling stench,
A smile shone out in the darkness,
As the moon hid behind the clouds.

I lurk in this enclosure,
Behind that forbidden door,
Of violent cries and silent shrieks,
Tell me, am I insane?

Comments

  1. Unknown2 May 2017 at 10:55

    Ah haan, nice work yet again Sagnik...
    Reading ur poetry never disappoints​ me.. :)
    Keep writing. Love this way of expression of yours. :)
    All the best.

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  2. Anonymous13 May 2017 at 08:37

    So deep man. Love you poetry.
    Keep it up. ��

    ReplyDelete

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