Contrasted & Confused
A free-verse poem
Published in
May 5, 2021
We often ignore the built-up illustrations we transformed into
perpetual illusions surrounded our present to future, while past remains
a mystery under magical spool of evil wizard’s craft, vanishing from the hand gestures of the same evil, and the curse
circling the air while we roam inside our mind
in opposite directions, to decide whom to believe, whom not to while searching for open-air to breathe
the freedom we are opting for the days we desire
to come,
once the darkness fades in light.
That day will come,
contrasted confusions inside my mind asked again,
‘When?’
An answer we seek for existence.
