Foreign – Megha Sood

 

“I desire the things that will destroy me in the end.”
― Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

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The elongated nights and their shapeless arrival

tiptoeing of these broken dreams

along the shattered corners of my heart

my goblin shaped nightmares

hiding around the corners

and monsters in the corridors wailing and calling my name

the nights stretch itself and cover every iota of my existence

the thin membrane of it

covering my soul

reminds me of the darkness in the womb

/but that felt safe wasn’t it/

sometimes the solitude

brings its own tranquility

and you get duped by the darkness

those broken dreams picks

at the black of my obsidian eye

where the dreams are falling down in the abyss

sitting at the edge of the darkness

where my own hands feel foreign to me.

I blog at Megha’s World.

Photo by Dmytro Tolokonov on Unsplash

–Megha 

14 thoughts on “Foreign – Megha Sood

  1. it can be very scary when we almost don’t recognise the person we can become in certain situations, this poem from you reminds me a lot of Emily Dickinson’s struggle with the visionary thoughts she was forced to stifle during her time.

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