Pasupatidasi's Blog

thoughts, poetry, life as it is…

naked

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so this is my promise
an oath unto sanity:
when shadows of midnight
grow pale
in the place where
the sullied, threadbare
satin sheets
of memories
bed head to tail
with futures still looming
– mere weft on the warp strings,-
lest new cloth be stitched
onto old,
i vow to unravel
the fabric surrounding me
and face the truth
naked
and bold.

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