Stealing Navy Thoughts – Prathami

Little wallpaint blue flecks of clarity

Flake around the brewing pot mind,

I can only look on and despair.


Look at this, they have stolen the silence –

There is no peace anymore,

There are only bugs and fingers 

Which clench at each other.


These pecks shall chain me,

I will be forced to entertain their entrance – 

I am bound in the cold unchanging certainty

Of their constructions. 


This is the forever twilight that

I have been overcast in;

Some day, I will die and fly

Into the forever sky and drown in its gaudy vastness 


Until I too, 

Can heed to those ghostly calls, 

Those letters sealed with chilled black wax

With frozen coal petals inside,

Little poems of invitation scribbled on each.


What a lie,

What a beautiful decay, this sham lamb

Claiming to help a soulless.


This is my mouth, and when I open it,

You can only hear the shadows,

You cannot hear anything at all;

Substanceless lava thoughts, flowing out,

But it is hidden by a screen- a skin.


Can you listen to me?

Could you maybe sit still,

And develop a slight patience for the

Unreasonable rambles of a sick heart?


Ah remember. You cannot.

You do not have a sick mind,

You are not like me.


I am unlike, I am the only Black Dahlia

In a field brimming with red Tulips.

Will you tolerate me?


Or will you sit still,

And hear me die, die, die.



Prathami is a 16 y/o student who has a passion for literature and poetry.

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