#NaPoWriMo2022 #ArtoonsInn #PoetryParlour #Day6
Fake gratitude, fluent lies
Colored existence, feigned feelings
Muted voices, morbid loneliness
Lonesome walks, loquacious serendipity.
A sinister sense of darkness
Envelops me, smothering my hopes
I blankly gaze into the horizon
That looks fiercely naked
Still, I yearn for my pristine freedom
Away from facades and trammels.
Alas! The road seems meandering, scarped
I try with all my might
My heart gropes for the path
Wherein only devouring darkness
Beckons me and my solitude.
Yet I look around
Trying to seize the elusive freedom
Which appears hopelessly lost to me.
Akin to those Terracotta soldiers
Guarding Qin Shi Huang’s tomb
I continue to immaculately guard my fragmented dreams
As I seek a new light emblazoned with certitude
My heart still beats for the soul
Long lost yet appears so nearby.