The forgotten euphony of twisted lies,
pallid, the rise of a star
deceit burgeons in every crevasse,
treachery lies in every corner!
But for one arising from the shackles of dust,
for one personified as misery's wife,
a mere speck of wretched desire is
overwhelming, a gift in strife!

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I began writing this with a mind that was to form ideas to poetically convey loneliness. It became this instead! I have no idea how to comprehend this. It just became a play of words, using opposites for imagery and stuff.

What do you comprehend when you read this?

Love,
Pratyusha