The Countless Knots

So once the pinboard sparkled and soothed the eyes.
The flashy fonts overshadowed the rest.
A page overflowing with truth or lies?
Secured from the tempest, it looked the best.
The warmth of love from friends and family.
To a fallow awaiting a spell of rain
sat back and thought it would come in finally.
But who knew, it would only flare up the pain.
It might not be trivial or fun.
The dreams dreaming on barbwire of thoughts
never had asked from the stars or the sun.
A slick thread that looped countless knots.

-Arun Bahadur Gurung

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Arun Bahadur Gurung