There Is No Crack In My Cul-De-Sac

ow deep, this darkness, sinks in me
I dare, not open, wedged windows
To see, what I, don’t want, to see
My loneliness, in, my shadows!

Is there, solace, in solitude
Or, to silence soul, a logical lie
How much, how far, will, I delude
Myself, to, defy fear, I, deify!

That sense, of, social existence
Still lingers, in my, lone ethos
Is this, my, invented, pretense
I love, to hide, from truth, because!

If, I am, a sum, of, all my fears
Is faith , a tombstone, I left back
I forgot, perception, o’er the years
There Is, No Crack, In My Cul-De-Sac!

© 2022 Vikas Chandra

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