Life, Poetry, Story

My Turn Disappears

They speak, and they speak on,

My turn finally arrives, and disappears

The heart aches, searching wild for lost opportunity

asking of the guilt non-existent, which they

think does exist – again – the turn to reply disappears


Annoyed, irritated, unsatisfied after a broken meal,

I ask them why and they reply with sneer and taunt,

rejecting claim, once again – my turn disappears

Now the veins I feel, I feel that they constrict

So I try to rekindle the candle against a winter storm


But winters are never warm, a cold reply fits

They ask me to abandon, and move away

‘you have no taste for this, no mind and no wit’

I ask them why – their reply disappears, and in turn

ends my turn – the clash ends before it has time to groom


Now, midst lost claim and time gone, I asked myself

Why? How? What? Where? When?

To all, I could not find another story but just one

and that one was all the reason of my plight

the plight bearing enigma, horror and damnation


The argument began – vicariously I re-imagined,

between two friends, one sane and one ‘insane’

heaping muck, tossing down the spirit

but not one who was expected of such – the crown

rested on a the sane, the shame he refused to own


Self righteous, a man or an axiom, still uncertain

however losing, cursing and rejecting

the calm ‘insane’, who clamored for righteous explanation

when none of it came – what to do now?

dismiss, reject and burn the inner man – the insane


And so a path finally forged, the crucifying purpose

of an ill man, killing the insane, killing what we used to call

the people who told the church to accept that Earth is not flat

but truth is hard to take, when power, reputation and self is on the stake

bravery vaporizes, and the insane has to die


Why? How? What? Where? When?

It happened, and it happened with no one to stop

And today, the insane yet lives, no, he hides instead

hides behind not a veil, but a trap,

a trap that reiterates – your turn has disappeared.






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