9 JUL 2017 AT 9:41

How I wish to escape this cacophony of life,
the smiling faces, overjoyed humans
underplaying their fakeness,
as if every smile is gnawing at my plight;

The plight of being lost, scraping every morsel
of sanity from the cauldron of gratitude;

Gratitude for sunlight, music and love;
for friendship, life and health.

Alas, the cauldron is empty;
empty and leaking, brimming with chaos.
Unknown is its birth, unforgiving, its demeanour;

Frantic are my searches in neck deep slush,
numbing my being in a trade-off for peace;
Peace it is, like the breaths of a corpse,
silent and serene, pale like a Lily, bright like a Moon.

I'll rise one day, not from ashes, nor will a Phoenix fly,
but like the pink of a skin, I'll crawl beneath;
beneath the brown of insanity, chapping away
its chaos, dried in the heat of Time,
I shall rise one day.

For today, let me sleep.

- AbhiN