Verity
In melancholic flights,
Setting eyes on truths lost
In the folds of speech -
A solitary word is seen
Seeking shelter, from the harsh
Storm wreaking havoc outside.
Its tiny cocoon -
Dwelling space to
Words that have lost their meaning,
Broken promises,
Unkept vows
And truths — hidden deep in
The swallows of the heart.
Cradled in petals, with thorns
Protruding out the other sides,
An occasional lie comes along -
Kisses the muted words on their foreheads
And wills them into a deep slumber, from which
Waking is forbidden.
Syllable by syllable, words lose their souls.
Lies gain momentum beholding
Plastic begetting plastic,
In a world built on,
Skeletons of truths and
Fuelled by the burning embers
Of oaths, that have long since been unwritten.
As the dawn approaches,
The sun-freckled warriors awake, for
Just a moment to witness
The world in their absence
And with renewed revival,
Awake to claim their throne again.
Thoughtfully yours,
D
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