𝐼𝑛𝑛𝑒𝑟 𝑀𝑜𝑛𝑜𝑙𝑜𝑔𝑢𝑒

How to begin the journey of truth?
it was slipping away from other paths.
No concrete answers were there
questions loomed large
a moaning confusion reigned.
I moved inward, to open the door
I had to talk to my poems.

A beautiful truth hangs on my thoughts
disempowering all lies
unraveling the years of twisted happenings.

This repetition of reality always helps
I may not listen to the voice-
of the other side of faith
but the chaste words surround me with dignity.