Closed Spaces And Spaces Within. Poem by Saswati Prusty

I enter the room,
dark and murky
my breath short
steps shaking,

closed spaces and spaces within;
scheming with a mind of their own; mean.

I step on the dusty map
reeking with stench
of a decaying past
The ghost of my shortcoming, lurking
staring back.

closed spaces and spaces within;
scheming with a mind of their own; mean.

I step on the nasty floor
puddle of unwarranted wishes,
drying and dying
the air; cradled by chaos, a mist of sin
shadows of regret coloring the walls in a patch
The ghost of broken dreams, lurking
staring back.

closed spaces and spaces within;
scheming with a mind of their own; mean.

I look at the mirror
dirty, spit-stained
blotches of poisoned blood
On my face,
Freckles; fallen from grace
all the love that's lost,
bridges; all of them burnt
murdered pool of emotions
muted desires
duty; silenced cries
The ghost of what I could be, lurking
staring back.