Unabated

The banality of pushing my words between two contradictory sentences

For they have metamorphosed to stubborn ideologies

Running parallel, creating an intense field of confusion, a fatal chasm

It won’t be a willing surrender, but a severe attraction to destroy my ideas

What would be their fate clinging to the detrimental narratives?

Learning how not to emulate and feeling caged by the platitudes

Where feelings would feel trapped across a convoluted interface

It takes time to realise the truth of the wilful distractions

The unrepentant thrust to break the backbone of a different thought

Often perceived to be indifferent and unsociable- it’s a world looking through a prism

Of fine cracks and passages that have been burdened with darkness

~Amitav