judge
'nobody has the monopoly of truth'
i say it so elegantly as i revel
in my savage indignation
when the next time comes,
with an ardent stare, i bleed inwards
watching the horror movie unfold
before me. but like any other time,
i stand on the top of the mountain
'nobody has the monopoly of truth;
leave it as it is'
to come out unscathed from
this nightmare has been a miracle
but i still am somewhere
beyond comprehension
i flounce in my own world
believing i was the chosen one
i could precipitously run towards
my dreams; without any care
after all, i am a dreamer
but then in the ensuing years,
i found myself spiralling downwards;
crashing like the stock markets
did in 2008.
it was then i realised, perhaps
being inoperable was better
so i morosely did so in an
attempt to fit in.
but my thoughts became louder
fitting in never suppressed anything
fitting in instead was oppressing everything
i was never a good person;
neither was i bad
i was lost in a fairytale
built on self-righteousness
which i took great pride in
though at the end,
it was all lies
with the central theme being
'nobody has the monopoly of truth'
YOU ARE READING
that girl
PoetryRemember that girl who sat alone? With a notebook and feather pen in hand? Well she was writing poetry about everything she saw, thought and went through. HIGHEST RANKING: #299 in poetry Started on [5/9/16] copyright: all rights reserved 2016
