My spirit’s sleeping cold
In the dark
I’m just a nuisance
Without a soul
Come, dive deep with me
When the bell rings
We can’t leave
Remember, what seems normal
Isn’t what’s real
The drop of water
That touches the ground
Has got to rise up again
Remake that sound
And the next time
Blood is what falls down
There’s a sinner in us
The rage, the idea
That draws fear
The Gods of death
And us, we’re all alike
Trapping souls
Whoever falls near
We’re all reaping
Washing ourselves free
Changing shapes, possessed
Of deranged thoughts
Being the catalyst
The effect and the cause..
I see bodies on the floor
Pretending to be dead
And the bell rings again
The falling droplet rises up
And so does everyone else
Killing each other, they’ve
Started turning the water red..
And as soon as the drop forms
I’m drawn out of the scene
Cold sweats, pounding heart
Gasp for breath, I scream (dong)
I hear the bell again..
The drops re-form..
The dead are here
Reaping lives, this time
In its true form.

35 thoughts on “The Catalyst

    1. It is actually a nightmare I had a few days ago that I tried to put into words. Thank you for all the support and for such a lovely comment, Shruthi! Really appreciate it 😊

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  1. Wonderful poem and vivid thoughts. These lines really stuck with me, so relatable and real:

    Washing ourselves free
    Changing shapes, possessed
    Of deranged thoughts
    Being the catalyst
    The effect and the cause..

    Thank you for sharing AB!

    Liked by 2 people

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