Poem 08 : Raven Cacophony

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I am half agony, half hope

wandering amidst my thoughts alone;

words rising from the darkened void

some are blossoms and some devoid;

of all inkling of bliss and carefree joy

as if strings held by puppeteer who toys;

by pricking vengeful thorns deep within

my unbreakable psyche with exterior thin;

for alike the strongest armour has chinks

even one unyielding to hammer bows to pin;

I concede not to dreariness of ego's façade

or become a self-concept of dismal arcade;

but when harmony of my soulful euphony

bleeds to scavenging Ravens' Cacophony;

I am lulled back in darkness of ego fed lies

wherein I unwillingly return time to time;

from the bright breezy meadows of silence

and solace which lay under chaotic surface;

for like all, I too am a rose laden with thorns

but the thorns aren't a veneer I ever worn;

only a passing phase for a wanderer alone

alike all, my mind is half agony, half hope.

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