Drowning in that uncanny whirlpool..
A turmoil so unpleasant.
Life with its two sides,
The essence absent or present..
Perplexed by the shadows..
Sometimes deep, sometimes shallow..
The path seems so misty,
A road so wide, sometimes narrow..
Pushing them away..
Pulling them back again..
A time warp so eerie,
A role to pretend.
Love as they call it..
Hate that they mean..
Acceptance and denial
That is how it has been
Enticed by the feelings,
Repelled by the same,
What a dilemma is this?
Perhaps, destiny's game!
A thought never ending..
As the water hits the rocks..
Dicey yet beautiful,
Nothing but a paradox.
-Irene S
