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Ksirs Press > Blog > English Literature > “A Voice of Melancholy”
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“A Voice of Melancholy”

Iniya T U
Iniya T U November 27, 2024
Updated 2024/11/27 at 2:57 PM
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I push the cacophony

to the shadows of my mind.

Where self-doubt whispers;

Where my fears and pains entwine.

I push the weight of other’s two cents

A drug, disguised as advice,

A relic’s persist,

Making me my biggest resist

I swallow the lump brewing

In my throat,

A familiar friend

That overstayed the welcome

Slowly unraveling my half eroded moat.

I steady the tremble

in my leg,

not the serene shiver I’ve known,

but a grim spasm,

known to the unknown.

I push the longing

For my innocent tune,

Against the echoes of rasp;

Another piece of me

I lost on my labyrinth

To be in unison

With those unmoved

By my last breath.

I push the knot

In my stomach further

Yet it stays.

A parasite ingest

Like a  storm

In my chest.

I pour the insecurities in my glass

And chug,

Hoping no one sees

Me drown.

For I know

Its poison

But I drink anyways.

An infinity better

Than being neglected.

My chained heart reassures

Because everybody

Admire the mosaic,

Not the shattered glass.

They’re the same inside,

Sharp, broken, furious

Yet one is painted.

Hidden is its

Pain, and ugliness.

For it’s the same

Light that passes through,

Yet one is praised,

And the other

Swept.

And so I bite down

The mistrust into

A painful grin,

Hoping they wont

Seep through.

It feels like

Honey,

Sticky, and sweet at first,

But only later–

…My jaw stiffens,

Imprisoned in this

Bittersweet agony.

I scurry, to knit

The undone strings

Of my insecurities

Before the puppeteers

Can catch hold.

The puppeteer

That already

Dictates so much

Of my life,

Pulling,

And pushing,

And dropping,

As they need.

All in the name

Of someone’s creed

I bury the

Crushing covet of glee,

A tiny flame dancing

In the depths of me,

Because my smile means nothing,

Unless in their eyes—

Im loved, needed, wanted.

Even it its only a fleeting role.

And so I push,

And bury,

and bite,

and push again,

until I am tired

of the puppeteer’s

strings cutting my articulation.

As I take the blade,

And snip the loose yarn,

One by one,

Ripping others perception

Off of my skin

Believes which don’t belong to me,

Wearing my own

Sleeve of sentiments thin.

Because I would rather play

The protagonist

I so desperately hate ,

Than play myself—

A role you abominate.

So I cut,

And snip,

And rip,

Failing to realize,

That this pit of despair

Is more

Than just strings.

I walked in,

Not knowing

It would consume me.

Not the pit I fell into,

The pit I have become.

The feeling isn’t

In my head

As they say,

Its infused

In my skin,

A part of my blood,

A chamber in my heart.

And so I bite my tongue,

As tears threaten to fall,

And start the engine,

To hide the ringing;

“you’re going home”

My ears shriek,

While I hope with

What truth is left

In my heart,

I find a destination

for this endless journey.

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