Silence

Those tears will fall again tomorrow,

These words will seem hollow.

I slowly rebuilt the walls tonight,

My salty tears mending each joint.

The travesty of selfishness is beautiful,

It lunges at you every dying moment.

I have yet again kicked myself,

My drowning has been in my own concoction.

Obviously yet again caring was my folly,

But this folly is an ancient phenomenon.

How do I explain my chronic paranoia?

Is there even a solution to my life’s parabola.

These paradoxes scream at me aloud—

Aloud asking me to be my father.

The man I fathom over many instances,

Seems like the winner of my battle cases.

I don’t wish to accept those rotten conclusions,

My outlook can’t be doused with those illusions.

I have fought long and hard enough,

The end will surely be even crueler.

I am not here to judge or convince someone,

Let me hope that I learnt my lesson this once.

Yes, all my words seem dipped in negativity,

You perhaps can’t read my broken history.