Love, betrayal, deception—they weave,
a tapestry within my ribcage.
Each thread, a memory, a scar,
and I—caught in their intricate dance.
It binds my heart,
a marionette suspended by invisible hands.
My mind, a puppet stage, its curtains drawn,
and I—the actor, the audience, the fool.
Someone resides within me—The puppeteer,
a shadow with no face. Deliberate,
it pulls my strings, orchestrating,
my every movement, my every breath.
I dance, limbs flailing,
a marionette in a tempest.
My steps—staccato, my joints—frayed,
and the audience—silent, unseeing.
The script,
a tragedy written in ink and tears.
I mouth the lines, but they are not mine,
and the spotlight—cruel, unforgiving.
The stage burns,
its floor aflame. Abhorrence,
a wildfire consuming my veins,
and I—its fuel, its sacrifice….
~J. Prakash~
Author's bio: My name is Jahnavi, and I write under the pen name J.Prakash. I am a student and an aspiring writer and poet based in Delhi, India. Writing has always been my refuge—a way to express the unspoken, delve into the mysterious, and explore the depths of human emotions.
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