To Seeing and Believing

A mirage
of a mercurial closet,
gnawing pain
piercing like needles;
smiles on facets,
fine-tuning the tricks
of survival;
figments of imagination
throwing conundrums,
with an uncanny resemblance
to truth,
putting all judgements
off the stage,
a placebo of sleep
to dodge fear,
in a bed of dead wood
and a few petals
of lilies and roses.

©songbriti