Needless to stress
Those are razor sharp-
Pricking needles
Piercing the inner self-
An outburst of chaos
Though seems simmering
Down to a calmness,
But, with a dragon rage
Sliding up atop
The basements swivel….
Getting in…..
Deep into the veins…..
Into the nerves and……..
The hairs spring upright
The soul sours up fuming…..
A shudder, too scaring….
It’s the fear
To be human
In the pool of
Inhuman filth.
” Identity lost ” ,strikes the casual reader with its incisive philosophical
insights and existential musings. An excellent first post and share with
Destiny Poets’ International Community of Poets. Welcome Geetha !!
Thank you Louis Kasatkin for your observation and appreciation.
The poem deals with just one point ! the poem holds you in suspense .Yet that single point is the essence, the cream layered by many crusts of alliterations !
Yes, Lokesh, that’s the same point that always bothers my conscience. This just an outburst of inner confusion.
interesting talk to oneself as i see it
Yes Nalini Srivastava. Thereisn’t a way around other than talking such miseries to ourselves.