The promise at the end of every stick

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- Raghu


The promise at the end of every stick
As it burns away

Think of all the times
You hung your head in shame
in front of the mirror
which promised beauty

of some use it is to
be the way you are
endless perceptions
make way for irrational excuses

you say you’ll do it
you always say
but the promise at the end of every stick
just burns away

in the blandness and monotony
someday we’ll completely drown
what it was and what will be
are not for you to know

not privileged to comprehend suffering
it is a shame that you live
with fear of being consumed
by the hope of the promise

senseless shapes of distinct threads
the loose ends an eternal pain
make what you will of these lines
the promise still burns away


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