Unsuccessful Experiments
Poetry
The Radiance of the Truth is now blinding.
My Yearning for Love has grown bitter.
My Will for Now only smells rotten.
Roaring Survivability deafening.
Discontented breath shallow.
Tearing hate assimilates.
Broken dreams crunch.
Thank you for reading my poem. I would like to add a few things before anyone shares any concerns. I wrote this poem when I wasn’t in a good place mentally. I am great now! Looking back, I think this was one of the few good things that came out of that time. It is an apt expression of my feelings back then and it can give an idea to the reader about the mental state of such a person. A trip to my family trivialized the whole situation and I didn’t even realize when that phase was already behind me.
I started writing poetry to express my emotions and vulnerabilities in a compact manner. What I didn’t realize was that revisiting poems would be like opening a time capsule containing photographs of my mental state from different phases of my life.
On that note, I would like to thank Denise Larkin for providing me space to express myself by publishing my poems on The Lark.
