Poetry Drafts / 22 April 2022

Noja

Part of me knows the truth:
The second floor flooring
Won’t collapse; yet a part of me
Knows the truth: any day now.

Part of me knows the truth:
The roof won’t dislodge and land
In my immaculate garden; yet
A part of me knows, and panics
Every time the wind blows.

Part of me knows the truth:
The world will not end
Before my time is up; yet a part
Of me, the self, disconnected
From the world of men, knows
The world will end
Before my time.

Part of me knows the truth:
There is no truth, this is only
Me in a state of pretend
Paranoia.

About The Author

Hayden Veil

In an earlier incarnation, Hayden Veil enjoyed a successful career in software engineering, writing late-night poetry in pursuit of sanity. On 2 February 2020, the world of Hayden Veil changed: Ghosts became real and with its soul laid bare there was no turning back from the perpetual path of poetry.