The Battle Of Verses Poem by Shafna Shamsuddin

Despondent, and wrinkling inside
Held on to a crumbling wall side
Or should I say, it was
an idea of the wall
that crumbled in the past,
to everyone's appall
Something that is choking me
A scream, perhaps
Or a tear that faded
Way before it left my eyes
Clouding my sight
to yet another tale
Hurling inside was a battle of verses
And its several realms, prevailing inside
Oozing out every bit of me
Suffocating,
And exclaiming to an end
Yet way before it ends, it needs to exist
Tearing oneself into several truth
Scrutinizing each, vehemently
In the shards of mirror, long broken
And the strain of quarreling truths
dying into the tremors of my qualms