Dreaded by the contradiction with my heart,
Empty it is, my Devil's workshop,
And in the mirror of Denial
Faces my inner insight,
Engulfing me from top to bottom,
No, they do not accept
Invites for confrontations;
Neither do they deny, They refuse to
Go away from inside me, let me talk.
Speech is what
I need, to convey them to you,
Love is what
Entangles the two.
New games they play, The mind and heart,
Chasing me away from myself,
Expectations make it tougher to talk.
This is my first attempt at Acrostic poetry. When the mind and the heart are on a war, there is a deafening silence. It makes conversation impossible.