Quagmire

Trapped in my the quagmire,

Of boundless positivity,

I yearn for simplicity

To shine supreme.

Everywhere I look,

Shadows are all I see-

Like ghouls, they hide the truth

From me.

Sapped of radiance,

I long to run away 

Into the golden daylight.

Where none can seek me,

And I can embrace my solitude in bliss.

Skepticism taunts me,

As beneath every smiling face,

I expect deceit.

Cynicism chars me,

As behind all reflexes,

I choose to identify the reasons.

My faith is nil,

As I stand at cross-roads-

Of reaching out or reaching within.

I feel the weight of dead emotions,

Like  lead,

Weighing down on me,

My mind , my own burden-

Suddenly unbearable.

Walking on cold tip-toes,

I realize with an engraved sorrow,

That I can cry no more.

As my tears would not surface,

To evince in totality

All that has rot within.

Heartless, soul-less,

I trudge along-

Not looking for a shelter,

Nor a shoulder-

But just to find me,

As I seem to have lost my own identity.

My id and ego remain pacific,

As the super remains natural at the affront.

Beyond it all,

I can see me,

Through the shards,

Of my own mirror -

As everything lies broken inside.