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Wars That We Create

  • Thrown at my face,
  • Humongous belittlement.
  • A consuming void that plays the huntsman,
  • To matter and energy.
  • Estranged joy, disguised
  • In forms I can no longer decipher.
  • Feeds on me, an urge;
  • To seek the ability of a motherly cuckoo.
  • The contagious blue curtain,
  • Smirks at my lifelessness.
  • Unending awe wraps a layman's understanding of 
  • The Universe.
  • The answers becoming burdens as a writer
  • Solves a differential.
  • The secret notebook is the no-man's land,
  • Where the unfortunate enemies;
  • Art and knowledge make love.
  • And here I sit, witnessing a battle on both sides.
  • A battle, that was never meant to be fought.