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Artifact 2: Falling- Rishab Chopra (Poem)

It’s the partial truths that are disclosed,
With little pleasures of life omitted,
And all the questions we pose,
Remained unanswered, but permitted.

Unfortunate events occur without intervention,
Causing the pain to grow unbearable,
And after a final attempt at comprehension,
I break myself till I become irreparable.

Alas! What more must be done,
To fully know and understand?
This endless battle can’t be won,
The eternal agony, renders me unable to stand.

I’m filled with common misconceptions,
Told to differentiate the truth from lies,
But all I am fed are deceptions,
All created to have me mesmerized.

It forces me to question, all that I know,
Beliefs I held true have become unstable,
My fragmented mind has drowned in sorrow,
Till exhaustion takes over and leaves me disabled.

The few words I dare utter become hollow,
Since they never have conveyed my pain,
My emotions remain incomprehensible for the shallow,
As they stare at me and label me insane.

The thoughts linger in my mind,
But I'm unable to verbalize those perceptions,
I have it all intricately designed,
Yet when I speak, they think my words are misconceptions.

My mind is in a state of upheaval,
Unable to differentiate between pure and impure,
The line separating good and evil,
Has become completely obscure.

I have too much to grieve,
And I'm left awake on countless nights,
With thoughts that simply refuse to leave,
Like the distant stars and fading lights.

They perish like my will to fight.
Due to burdens I’m forced to carry,
A barren desert is all that is in sight,
hopes and dreams I’m forced to bury.

Stared down by my own fears,
With no one to pull me through,
I cannot continue down this path of tears,
So I’m walking away to start anew.