Tracks Were Obliterated

The spirit of hollow ideal 
was not the thing, 
I remained inconsolable. 
Truth demanded endless pursuit. 
The helplessness of the beaten days 
was unfit for the night of terror. 
The false paradigm could not ignite the flame. 

The shadows collapsed 
and thoughts walked in dark 
into the trap. 
Perfect splash of impulsive drive, 
and movement of matter 
created hallucinations. 
and the conduct of freezing moments 
had no parallel. 
Cutting edge was evident. 

How truth saved its pain, 
of telling a heart 
the death of a silent dream. 
The vision went blind. 
Faithful figures did not write the wrong texts. 
Escape from territory was complete 
and tracks were obliterated.

Satish Verma