The Cat's Out Of The Bag

By Abhinav Nath Jha

My heart explodes with grief I can't contain. Didn't want this to be another poem. It's a plaintive rant against my disquietude and inability to let go. Let go of stories about myself, let go of recollections that only I find enticing, and let go of the idea that I am a good person. But I try?

The tears don't stop. They beam. They beam till everyone's glaring. Speaking in hushed voices. Another misdemeanor is on display. Bewildered, hands covering their mouths. The cat's out of the bag. I repeat, THE CAT's OUT OF THE BAG.

By Abhinav Nath Jha