EMPTINESS WAS SCREAMING

When your lies pretend to be truths, 
Your house becomes full of cadavers. 
The reticent progeny, 
you abandoned at birth, strikes. 
My hands bleed, lifting the bones. 
Actuality overwhelms the landscape 
like molten lava. 

Shadows in the sun, grow larger when, 
we are dissecting the truth. 
A daunting work to dig out the relics. 
We have not modified our speech. 
Ill tempered time 
makes me insane. 

I was not prepared for this calamity 
losing my way in a jungle of untruths. 
Mighty darkness 
pierces the perennial thoughts 
in the brain edifice, 
knives were out all evening, 
emptiness was screaming.

Satish Verma