Birth

Art by Monica Medappa

Wide-eyed and buoyant,

Living was vibrant.

They come decent and pure 

With good intentions and 

oh! virtues galore.

Truth came along

flashing and crashing,

The deception, nauseating.

Lies and deceit glazed with

Promises and dreams.

The revelation set the insides

stupefying to a perpetual scream

Trepidation, Vexed, remorse,

Can I please pick one for the day? 

Pick all and make sure they stay 

As a bonus, we offer you a malady! 

Perception of the world, 

Melting, wet and mildewed. 

Pulsating bedlam in the head. 

The exhaustion of it all

births the dancing Serpent.

Ensuing from acceptance

But alert and in balance. 

The cosmos in disarray 

Yet the Serpent cautiously sways.

Aware that the dance shall persist 

For she knows, within this grand chaos

Lies the dance-floor and the lair. 

Triggers: The West is Dead -HMLTD, Summertime – Mareux

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