Dear Duress

By Tanish Gupta

Maybe I confess 

To all of this duress;

And maybe it'll wander

To places I cannot squander.

But tearing my soul is it's tear;

So it must be my own,

To which I cling in hate.

Or perhaps it just blinds me so

That I feel hate for hate,

And want after the enemy so.

Cruelty it is 

That I must so fight;

Fight a heavy sleep,

And a noise dreary;

Fend off a fatigue of a fatal league

Just to be it, it being myself.

And after another war

Some forgotten soul of reminisce sings;

And again I fall asleep

Adrift a calming past.

For the soul was once my own

And only in a tired lumber,

Will duress come to conquer

And will find the door already open;

The siege already laid

For I feel hate for hate.

By Tanish Gupta