I lied.

And as I stare at this blank page, deprived of inspiration
Deprived of anything ‘poetic’ enough to implement on this piece of paper,
I am reminded that it’s all there - Right in front of me
For I can’t see it, but I can feel it; It is all rushing back to me.

The agony and the suffering perching themselves upon my warped heart
Apathy has been well accommodated in this lifetime
Locking up any arduous emotions I felt no need to reveal
Emotions that I thought would make one feel vulnerable and spineless

The jars of tears that have been shoved into the darkness
The scorching blood in my veins that were always kept brisk
The stifling feeling in my chest - was always comforted.
Or was I simply just keeping them clasped within my bubble?

The darkness cannot explode, for it is fathomless and infinite
It is everywhere - It is the voice in our heads and the shadows that are not there
You locked me up in there and disposed of the key, wanting to keep me there,
eternally.
That was your intention.

Until one day, I saw the light again.
Until one day, they came along and broke me free.