The Inner Voice
The Inner Voice
Tears streaked her serene face
Unable to keep up her pace
The world paused, the chirping
Of birds apparently lost
Settled in gloom, eyes moist
All was black and white
The heart did mourn and the soul did grieve
Welled up eyes, mopping her brow
Contorted face, all faith lost
The smile snatched at a heavy cost
Life’s contraption lay heavy
Fluorescing impossible, dreary.
Light seemed barred from
The burdened canopy
Wrinkled forehead, eyes of thought
Dreams shattered, plaudits a waste
Varied variegated shades of gloom did paste
Despair struck in, anxiety attacked
Vandal be cursed for the vandalized
Ambition of a voluptuary life
Disrupted like a distorted image
A waif she seemed as she waited
Overlook by a sudden whim
She climbed up high to plunge in
Eyes closed, breath held
In purgatory she wanted to dwell.
A subdued voice came alive
Words inimical, iniquitous people
Some masochistic, some narcissist
None can write with your pen
Yours alone; Define yourself
Inhibitions cast off,
Palliate, Reach out, Procure
Perpetuate optimism,
Exhibit your best; you know your stand
And so do the eyes looking from above
Begin from the end, prove evident.
Opened her eyes; saw the light
The gloom dissipated Eyes wise
Tears flowed, illuminating hope
Her book was hers alone
She would write and define
Elucidate her existence
Fluorescing, now possible, dreamy.