With open arms and open doors,
Buckled up, ready for grit and gore
To be spilled all over the chessboard floor,
Respite is all a mortal asks for.
For a mortal sought and a mortal learned,
Born of woman, a man fought till he earned
The prized jewel, with no hidden agenda.
Albeit pure as a lamb, light as a feather,
Then came the storm, the turbulent weather
Reduced to a teacup, a mental brew
Schism, dichotomy, polarity, whatever-
The Hydra rears its head whenever.
And it coils and slithers
Sending down shivers and blisters,
Teasing a reality of a first love, withered
Where that, which was all a mortal needed,
Blurs heavily with wanton lust and desire
Now, the mortal peers at the looking glass,
And stares in horror at what he has become.
Objects in the mirror
Are closer than they appear.
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Velvetrip
PoetryVelvetrip is a multi-layered, intricately written collection of fifteen poems, which address the following themes, among others: Moral Ambiguity, Entitlement, Pride, Peace, Cowardice, Conflict, Greed, Social Crisis, Nostalgia, Rediscovery, Revival...
