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Mirage in a Dead Desert

drops full of anger, guilt and betrayal pouring down
from my eyes like rain in a sleepless night
soaked in blood and it’s stains on my gray shirt
two daggers stabbed at the same spot
their existence in my words and work
but for them I’m just a mirage,
a pseudo reflection of life in a dead desert
a hand to pull them out of it, a toy to be pushed into it
a ecosystem flourishing in peace but burnt down by fire one night
my quill, my papers untouched for a time,
lived in an illusion, a lie, that unforgivable sin

About this poem
Written on- May 3, 2024
This poem is about a character who was betrayed by somebody he loved or just cherished. His muse exists in every piece of art that this character has ever created but to the one who betrayed him, this character was never important. This theme continues to revolve in many poems by me, most importantly in "I Sent the Text" poetry series.
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1 comment:

  1. Anonymous24 August 2026 at 08:21

    I'm familiar with this feeling. Thank you, i loved it.

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