The forest of my mind is a maze of distraught darkness
the days are dull, discoloured,
devoid of any drama
the nights are chilly, lonely and forlornly moonless
a wilted wallflower waiting
for a pocket sized piece of sun
I wander aimlessly, blindly
being gulped by despair and devoured by silence
silence that leaves bite marks all over me
silence that comes unstuck in the air
mingling with fear and sweat
and keening softly in my ears
rain washes away all the markers I had left
now lost forever
I keep losing myself over and over again
my mind fiddling with reality
a handful of truths slip through the cracks of my fist
as I try to pummel the lies
spinning their web tight around me
my days segue into weeks that segue into years
but the pocket sized piece of sun continues to elude me.
~ Punam Sharma
India