The Puzzle

by Venkat


weep not, you tender soul
hands groping for the door
along tight edges of this dark

fear not, you tender soul
locked into a cell, made of steel
strangled by the noose of loneliness

scream not, you tender soul
these walls do not hear
but echo your own emptiness

hear this out, you tender soul
your struggle, encapsulated in time
was made, not to get out

but to get in

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3 Comments to “The Puzzle”

  1. I struggle, therefore I am . . .

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