rebellion_in_sanity

Penance for Imaginary

And then came the tears
Like a tropical tempest
With torrential rain 

 

Seminal words pouring out
She straddling the moral high ground 
Her crimson lips moved
A torrent of derision pierced your skin 
With venom of her eternal damnation 
She spoke of trust she had lost in you
Dragged you down a path
You knew existed,
But never thought you would have to see

 

A numbing unreality
You were there, but not there
A ghost in your own skin
Watching dispassionately 
Sitting on the window sill

 

An empty carriage 
Rattling of the train 
Strange comforting rhythm 
Eyes closed, hugging yourself 

 

Something took you back 
To those elusive days -
Seemed like they happened only yesterday 
A yesterday which you couldn\'t recall
Ever to have come in your way

 

Those days -
When mother held you in her arms
Those days -
When she conveyed her trust in you
Through her silence 
It was the land of your joy
Beyond the realm of pain 

 

How you wished you could touch them!
Fragments of memories, seemed real
But never seen  
Did they lull you into believing 
One could have trust in you?
Was that belief so very wrong
The falsehood she had to remind you?

 

Now you think over and over: 
\"O my mother, O my Lord
Should I go on believing in me?
Should I do penance 
For being accused of something 
Which I never did?\"