the voice entraps in its own words
losing grip over the long argument,
pain that lies inside flickers through
the half lip smile in the light of truth,
fail to grease the uneven surfaces-
should the dusky and detached people
be aware of connectivity and searching?
a voice that raising demands to move,
starts somewhere down the critical line
explicate the unforeseen and crush them.
there are many ways to do that
to sail through the crooked corners
the mess up and the punitive actions,
the soul torn with abuse and insult
darkness will go off in a moment.