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An evocative, soul-searching poem, by Anoucheka, exclusively for Different Truths.
The world, though peopled, Is an empty place, Surrounded by filthy air And murky waters All which allow me not to walk Upon my fated path But which have me treading In swampy marshlands inhabited By hungry crocodiles! The world is as empty as would feel A tramp sitting by the roadside And watching happy families Celebrating Christmas seated around Tables loaded with delicious food! Yet, in its emptiness, I had found my peace. In the haven that filled up the chest Carrying the heart of love, Yes, I had found not only my peace. But also, my meaning, my purpose, And the hand to hold on to While paddling from the swampy marshlands To safe and secure drylands! But then, Even the embodiment of love Had spat upon my face, Words so harsh, that they have killed Any sense of belonging that I had nurtured! And now, Imbibed with celestial magic, I float in the marshlands, And I rule the crocodiles Fearing neither them, Nor the emptiness of the world, For they have all Become the blank page Upon which I bleed of my poetry!
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