Glasses In My Mind | Krishna Warade (9)

The walls shadows

Dance in forms I cannot comprehend

Yet, the truth is hidden in sight.

My face is reflected.

However, the eyes gaze back at me

Not the people I know

I travel down streets that

aren't changed but change

In front of my sight.

Promises I made,

In my own dreams, I spoke

Break like fragile ice

A small crack appears in the mirror.

Cracks my beliefs that let light in

that I cannot contain

A cup seems full, warm

But the truth is revealed by

emptiness.

Clouds float.

Forming shapes I chase and miss

Wind laughs silently.

Words that feel like my own

Sometimes borrowed from the world

Echoes.

Even time deceives

Moments linger, fade, return

History is a trickster

And night falls like velvet

Veiling my prying eyes.

And all knowing stars

WINK..

And the heart builds a wall

Brick by Brick from lies

Disguised fear as armor

I see through the fog

Yet, fog insists that there is clarity.

And I stumble while smiling

The world is all a mask

We wear and act and pretend

Illusions are a life.

So I walk gently,

Between shadows and light

Learning to trust