Spirals

Sadness is like whiskey
its bitter.
It burns me.
It leaves me wanting
more.

It spirals down my insanity
coiling and coiling,
never reaching a happy
end.

Sadness, melancholy,
I do it exceptionally well.
Like a stage mask
stuck to my face with
a glue gun,
I cannot detach myself
from the part I play.
I am the part.

I detach myself from
reality,
A sweet and sour
morbid feeling
of holding the knife
that cuts the cord from something
verisimilitude.

Like a spiral
swirling
turning
curling
into lunacy.

-Taru Gupta


This is what happens when you write at 2 am while thinking of Lady Lazarus by Sylvia Plath.

Thank you so much for reading, please like my poem, share, comment down your thoughts and follow my blog for more poetry.

Love,
Taru.

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Spirals by Taru Gupta is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NoDerivatives 4.0 International License.

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