Aftermath

A tree uprooted

The sap sucked out
Turning to wrong faces

Faces that know me no wrong
Lost in confusion, find yourself.

Blinded with my own contempt, but why?
Better away, better away

Bliss will be unattainable since
Ignorance leads you to my path

Nurtured from singular qualms.
Convictions that purge interest

Compel actions to mimic sentiments –
You will be lucky

To get indifference.