Nights might die out here,
the gloominess spreads like a black spot,
Of things bruised,
Of things forgotten.
The eyes are tired now, two tiny homophones of life
an ugly quietness
small frenzied madness.
The hands hesitate to move, forward and backwards
Watching the blades of life,
There is a duality,
There is a sad existence, occurring,
Devika Mathur resides in India and is a published poet, writer. Her works have been published or are upcoming in Madras Courier, Modern Literature, Two Drops Of Ink, Dying Dahlia Review, Pif Magazine, Spillwords, Duane’s Poetree, Piker Press, Mojave heart review, Whisper and the Roar amongst various others. She is the founder of surreal poetry website “Olive skins” and writes for https://myvaliantsoulsblog.wordpress.com/. She recently published her surreal poetry book Crimson Skins available now worldwide.insta- @my.valiant.soul
photo by Tyler Balser (Unsplash)