Soliloquy

Confesses the soul bedevilled with your fingertips
Whispers in your ears, “Set me free,”
Fills to the brim with pride along those dewy lips
Forces you to open your eyes and see
A heart which used to beat once but is now eclipsed
By a timeless door which never had a key.

It derides attention but unabashedly loves the spotlight
Willingly jumps the queue for fun
And so, the back part of the brain that forces it to fight
Screams in delight when its job is done
Asks you who decides what’s wrong and what’s right
Shivers in contempt when it gets none.

This tiny, minuscule crevice of my soul looks up to the sky
Doesn’t admit but it craves human touch
It was mistaken for dead once but it doesn’t easily die
So in vain it tries to live and prove as much
It seeks bruises but now scars and pride just pass it by
It speaks of a life well lived but who’s to judge?