Rise, Then Fall - Poem by Rohan Sen
of the inquisition,
making you a prey,
are you ready for day?
Or are you licking wounds unhealed?
of the night past when you unwheeled,
Your chariot of hope, for new clean slate
and thought the end brought with it fire penance,
but now awakened, your soul still bleeds from yesterday's blows.
Trying frantically to avoid the Sun, for it throws,
light on thy conscience, shadows on thy soul,
showing not others only you, the hole
created unnerved, by void of reason,
silent voice, amounting to treason,
you know but keep...
mute, and weep...
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