Ishaisms, Poetry

Shroud

This black shroud of depressionlaced with lost times droops over the dreamy eyethat refuses to wake up, and casting itasunder, walkfree toliveIt has resignedto its fate,and waits for the oilto be poured over itso it can charinto nothingnessletting goof Mayaand delusion and any hope,but the final sleep © ishaisms

Indifference, Ishaisms, Reflections

INDIFFERENCE

A certain numbness, a certain death, has always resided within my soul, and sometimes I can feel its heart beating… feel the numbness, hear death beat with a life of its own- a certain morose, yet regenerative kind of life- lying so close beside the fresh, vivacious, carefree part of me, that to smother one,… Continue reading INDIFFERENCE