Inside

a poem by Feroze Varun Gandhi

I lay my memories down
On this forsaken path
I’ve taken off my mask
It was starting to bleed
Without message
Without protection
I sit alone in this room
Night after night
Calming myself against a nothingness
Which refuses to show its face
I lie in a patchwork of the impossible present
And the invisible future
Into the wreck
The fear well traveled
I end where I started
With the chase inside