Phantoms Poem by Rodion Myshkin
Phantoms
The clouds make faces at me,
Am I a mockery to the heavens?
The mud crumbles under my weight,
Am I not worthy to stand on my feet?
The air inhaled chokes out my life,
Am I better off dead?
The senses have learnt to lie and bluff,
Is reality playing tricks with me?
Light is Lost for good, or bad
Only I remain reckless and mad! ! !
Sunday, October 17, 2021
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Written on 9th October 2014
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