A truth, a lie

It’s funny how days

Are not days anymore

But tired hopeless hours

Piled on each other

Faces, are not faces anymore

But expressions of the same

Thought unsaid.

Eyes wander through and to

Colours of humans and one blue

Hands of the dead undead

Deep in my chest

Burst through, branching

Towards the ultimate good.

I have exhausted myself

I don’t feel myself

In this jungle

Of multi-faceted friends

I still, try and try

Because I believe

All actions come back to me

A truth, a lie.


Copyright ©Devika Todi. All rights reserved.


  1. Loved this. Quiet desperation is what I felt. Nice work.


    1. insight07 says:

      Thank you so much! 🙂


      1. You are welcome. 😊


  2. ʞɐ says:

    Poignant, but beautifully penned.

    Liked by 1 person

    1. insight07 says:

      Thank you! 🙂

      Liked by 1 person

      1. ʞɐ says:

        Welcome. 🙂


  3. willytyme says:

    They say the truth is nothing but a pretty lie anyway. Beautifully written lovely.


    1. insight07 says:

      Thank you, Willy! 🙂

      Liked by 1 person

      1. willytyme says:

        Welcome lovely!


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