Hope is Poison

 

a light Feather that

Caresses our cheeks

only to leave Behind

Paper cuts with every tweak

has all of us

Wishing for it

but like a Biased teacher

only plays Favourite

it makes our hearts Beat

our faces Smile

but in Reality, it's more

Slithery than slime

it Shoots our heart

Frowns our face

Punctures our lungs

till Death do we face

the real Wolf in

Sheep's clothes

Stabs our gut

with every Poke

the secret Sin

we all Crave

and like Wretched souls

we all Cave

Bit by Bit

as time goes on

our Withering resolve

has long been Forgone

it takes too much

yet gives too little

the only Gift left

is soul too Brittle

with one Bite

the Venom clouds

our hearts and minds

till they Pain enshroud

the more we take

the less it gives

for our Greed is what

on it, it Lives

too many sides

too many faces

too many angles

too many bases

like a Dream

that never comes True

its only purpose

is to makes us Blue

a silent Killer

just like Sugar

too sweet to behold

yet leaves us Bitter 

The Mirror is Me

 

the glass in front of me stood still

stood strong.

yet i waited, and waited,

i kept waiting for it crack.

my voice grew louder, more fervent

as i kept raising it higher.

Higher and Higher.

Louder and Louder.

my lungs screamed at me

begging me to stop

to shower mercy on them,

but i didn't.

I wouldn't.

so i kept raising, raising my voice

Louder than before,

wanting to see when the glass would crack,

wanting to know where its limits lay.

the first crack came, followed by the second, the third,

and it kept going.

the chain kept going, the rest following the first, all together

in one line.

one after another.

only then I raised my eyes,

looking at what was inside the glass.

Arms, legs, neck, face

A body.

A person.

A...me.

so it wasn't a glass after all,

it wasn't a glass that cracked.

it was a mirror, that's what it was,

And with the mirror, 

I cracked too.