MY VANITY

The stars, they are bright,
But under my bed, is the darkest night.

Tell me why tonight,
These ink smudges seem to smile.

And there the graphite smears,
It smirks as if clouds ready to burst.

O dear I don't like rain, I exclaimed.

Why this night seems so wry,
It makes me so worried.

Stupid how stupid,
This reality is so vapid.

Now I conspire to bribe,
These elements of life.

Here is my vanity,
In my prolonged bubble of insanity.

Let me just stagnantly reside.

©Pakhi
19.03.2021
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