THE AGONY OF SOLACE THINKER
I sit alone enclosed by the turmoil in my head and many thoughts pass through my mind at once like noisy flies. The world is no more as I know it
It has changed its colours since I last closed my eyes yesterday.
Black is now white and White has turned to grey.
The affairs of this world now baffles me more than they did before but I still wear my heart on my sleeve
Hoping for the best out of people.
Perhaps I'll get hurt
Perhaps I'll get strong
I cannot tell
I merely wish for a quick recovery from the malady that plagues me.
My madness is
I think there is a little bit of good in everyone
They tell me it's a lot to wish for in this mad mad world we live in
I tell them I'll continue hoping.
And hoping I have been ever since
In eagerness,
My lips have tasted every word of every hymn
My tongue has twisted in holy inebration
A million times the world has changed since I got here
Yet I am still me.
Although I look at myself in the mirror and
All I see are reflections of people I have met
Smearing me with their different colours
My aura is like the chameleon,
It's always changing
Hence, I AM BIPOLAR
That too is a type of madness
But you really can't blame me for being mad in a world that's already mad
I'm simply following the trend life sets.
I am alone in a populated world
I stand in the middle of the crowd and
I can feel the breeze caressing my skin
I can hear the wind whispering in my ears
I can smell my love's sweet fragrance from miles away yet
My mind is plunged in solitude.
Detached from my body, I am simply an entity existing alone on a different plane
And that is because
The people I know
They wear their expressions like masks
Beneath it all
Their faces are ugly
I can see the reflections of a man's soul with my naked eyes
I can smell the rot lying under a beautiful skin and
I am choked by the constant treachery of men.
Men!!!
They try to hug you with daggers hidden behind their backs
They hand you the rope to hang with a practiced smile
They poison the very air they breathe in and
In malice they try to supersede one another.
Yet
I still believe that all men are good
It is madness, yes, but
When children smile widely like beautiful lilac flowers in the sun
When they move so smoothly like a clear river on a clear morning
I can't help but think that
WE ARE NOT BEYOND REDEMPTION.
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