Copyright © Priya Florence Shah
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They sit, unmoving,
as days dissolve,
Wrapped in whispers
hearts can’t resolve.
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Eyes fixed on others
with venomous glare,
Blind to the mirrors
of their own despair.
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The weight of hate,
a shackle tight,
Binding their souls,
extinguishing light.
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Toxic beliefs,
a smog-filled sky,
Choking the dreams
they let wither and die.
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Memories linger,
ghosts of the past,
Sins like echoes,
shadows they cast.
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Truth, a flame, burns
through their disguise,
Exposing the cracks
and hollowed-out lies.
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No hands reach,
no voices call,
Their fortress of scorn
becomes their fall.
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Alone they sit,
in their self-made cage,
Prisoners to bitterness,
architects of rage.
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