compassion of a convex mirror
inflated images
heightened anxieties
wasted emotions
invested hopes
what a colossus mountain
made of a mole hill
all because of fear of rejection
but is faith so fragile
why do we test the trust
on the fire of vengeance
stains of singularity
dont know
if the bruises of the possessive
assault
or stains of singularly
in seeing only one side of truth
will wash easily
will try to erase the marks
let us see, if some thing better comes
out of it
what will i gain
by eroding
the banks of a river
which is already overflowing