MELTDOWN

Unveiled,
the moon will find you
after morose beginning
of becoming me

Homophobia creeps in,
beyond the condemnation,
the incompleteness.

You walk straight in the arms
of contradiction, confusion
smearing the wall
with your crimson, nihilistic words.

Every other person
a demi god
stands on your fears, sends whispers
down your ears.

To abdicate the colleagues
of dawn.

Satish Verma