The curse..
The curse of being fettered,
the curse of being captured;
fettered by thoughts,
by foolish dreams,
by conflicting ideas
that never rest.
Captured by an affection for solitude,
trapped in a ghastly sensation
that makes me build prejudices
against myself;
prejudices I never deserved.
I have mastered the art
of saying I’m fine,
while deep inside
melancholy settles.
The melancholy of being cursed.
The melancholy of being trapped.
The melancholy of being fettered
by the war within.
It is not loud.
It lingers;
like a bruise
beneath the skin.
-Rishika Nayak.
