On the Geometry of Guilt and the Denial of Gravity

On the Geometry of Guilt and the Denial of Gravity

Have you ever felt everything worthless?
The air you breathe carries no sense;
you just inhale and exhale.

Events lead you to rumination,
uncovering your own situation.
You feel low and then go for retaliation,
not for revenge.
Your mind tries to find reasons for getting even.

Blaming yourself, you forgive others.
Wrapped inside the bubble of guilty conscience,
you stand frozen,
not able to understand what is going around.

Suddenly your heart turns into a battleground.
The pain inflicted upon you becomes routine,
and you cannot die anymore.

Even death is powerless until it comes.
Till then, living becomes a canvas
painted with regrets and heartaches.

Nothing seems to entice our dying thoughts.
We live, accepting fate is the greatest.
But I have stopped staying in hopes.
Rather, I am in a denial mode for everything.
If I could, I would deny life too.