How can I blame it on anger
when I know it’s wearing masks
the veil of anxiety looms
over my incompetence
slowly it becomes rage
jealousy fuels the flame
anger is all that’s exhibited

Despair and depression
making me numb
the wonders around me
loses its charm
the mind races
nothing makes sense
the body craves comfort
the soul seeks a home

with this pen i scribble-
artistic dishonesty.
i am not a poet-
nor am i blessed in prose.

let my head be upon thy feet.
tears wash away all my esteem.
can only make mockery of myself
with failed enterprise.

a pile of woods
stacked up
on the green empty backward.

the trees around
making the wind visible

it creeps in silence
and sets itself deep inside.

the progress made
vanishes with heavy sigh.

tranced
you wish to explain,
how and why-

"what happened" when asked,
you race through to form
a well constructed speech of lie.

a child with crayons
reflecting your thoughts.
pieces and bits
searching for a non existing
word