Poems Of A Beautiful Storm

What is...

What is life?
A dream full of realistic fantasies,
A dream turned into my worst nightmares.
What is love?
An emotion that blinds all senses in euphoria,
An emotion that I despise most.
What is happy?
A smile that sprouts gracefully on a tranquil face,
A smile that I can compose no more.
What is compassion?
An act of gentleness towards tainted souls,
An act that I will reject.
What is joy?
A buzz of adrenaline flowing in lapses,
A buzz that I hushed out long ago.
What is hate?
A screeching siren that preaches putrid lies,
A screeching siren that preaches my beliefs.
What is despair?
The hollow cave that holds no comfort,
The hollow cave that I built a home in.
What is sad?
A cup of poison filled to the brim with numbness,
A cup of poison that I am addicted to.
What is death?
The soul's captor,
My soul's liberator.
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Teresa Waruguru (Tessa)