Threads Poem by Pinaki Dewan

Threads



my grief is an estuary
where fresh pain mingle

with age-old regrets
brackish with tears shed

sometimes worn to umbrage
myself of the too-real

and there is very little shelter
i don't even know if i have

the space to keep myself
from falling apart this distress

is dysfunctional creeping in
crevices at one moment

howling in the open sky
at another and it is always day

the light piercing that last hope
for the sanctum of the night

and there is too much noise
where i can die for silence

my life was probably daubed
by the numen in haste

forthereisnevertime
never any time for futility

the concatenator isolating
always atropos solely handling

my cloth cutting it till the
last thread is severed salubrity

parting in impetuous laughter
it is sad has always been

Monday, October 29, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: depression,sadness,sorrow
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