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Reality and imagination merge
and that's where it starts
the deep dark abyss
with waterfalls,materialistic,capable of being touched and felt-of tears
which never escaped the cage of my eyes
the little drizzle the fountain gives away
of salt and water bottled too long...refusing to roll down my cheeks
yet-burning my heart
the sorrow,the melancholy-all virtual
is the pit dark?or is it just me being blind...
i scream-
but no one hears-i think 'why is the world so arrogantly deaf?!'
or maybe the scream back,but it is ME who is the deaf one...
unable to hear anything as i drown in the pool tears that never came out
and volcanoes of pain that never erupted
of cocoons of memories which remained underdeveloped
i drown
and i drown
in this weird dark place
i suffocate,struggling to move my limbs with the flow of the waterfall suppressing me
or maybe...am i just lashing my hands out in thin air?
something that doesn't exist
reality and imagination meet to conspire the death of realization of my existence
exhausted
i blame myself
and even the little exit in the corner gets covered by a rocks-rocks thrown by me at myself
waiting for someone to clutch me
desperate to feel a hand hold me
to feel something real assured-something concrete for once
i scream,wail,howl,cry out for someone to pull me out of this hell
to grab my hand and whisper 'run' in my ears
a sound to echo in this invisible prison
and i want that 'someone' to be my jailer
the person who locked me in this place
agonized me and blamed me
i want that person to be-
me.
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Inking vacuum
Şiir******* Is it dark or am I blind? Is it hollow or am I outside? Is the world deaf or am I the deaf one unable to hear the world responding back? ****** Previously known as "kaleidoscopic ink" ******* this book is a collection of poems(short and long...
