Lost Vision

Satish Verma

The pain cycle 
celebrates the pitfall, 
dedicates to the eternal flame 
of catharsis. 

Syllables were ready to 
burn word by word, 
orchestrated for a 
random repeat. 

Like blue veins opening 
in dark without spilling the― 
blood. But no answers 
were coming to compliment you. 

Image of self in mirror 
sometimes frightens. Now 
you begin living without― 
body, metaphysically. 

A bonfire starts.