Knotted Thoughts - Poem by priyanka choudhury

Doors are closed.There is no one to take the pain, take the blame. A beautiful corpse, a beautiful bride, a beautiful household. A business card. Fragments...of self loathing...of world loathing...that people put up as poetry.., nowadays on fb.I wrote too, but wtf, who wants to add to a pool of self pitying incomprehensible blabber. If you think the world is ready to empathise with you in your paranoia, you are wrong. Get along, get a life. I like to write. It may not be true, it may be abhorrent to you, and in moments of worldly esctasy, to me too. But it takes away the pain, leaves a wisening numbness..tells me I am again, even if I am...but a knotted up ball.