HORIZON

Sick tales of yesteryear,
The constant nagging fear.
Breathing doesn't come easy,
Drawn breaths fight to escape me.
Living in a coma of uncertainty,
Illusions far stronger than reality.
Biting away, stealing everything,
That man's law can be very unforgiving.
Sheltered waterholes please, rationing comfort,
Not much coming without effort.
Crying gone to deaf ears,
Assumed to be shallow emotions, empty tears.
Fitful restless nights fade into darkness,
With thorns that are all that's left to caress.
Fleeing seems redundant,
There is no leaving this haunt.
The callous watchman surveys with a smile,
As they tuck away into a neat file.
Turning away is not an option for this participant,
Dismembered of all that's important.
Senses of failure prevail,
All can be seen through the flimsy veil.
Rains pour on, intent with hatred,
Anguish is in the air, nothing is sacred.
The battle lost, and then the war,
Now then, the end can't be that far?
Closed eyes of resignation stare on,
The torrent of defeat standing strong.
There is a sigh of relief,
The turning over will sting, but be brief.
And new dawns gives rise to renewed hope,
With the irrationalities of the human mind few can cope.

Rahul Jadhav

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