Saptarshi Dutt

Diminishing

Some dismiss it as selected 
others feign not to know 
All the while they watch, with relish 
your decent into madness, slow 

They see the screams behind your eyes 
But deafen their ears to suit 
Lest they somehow be infected 
By this emotive mute 

To all is displayed your sorry state 
Too extreme to conceal, too intense to hide 
Still they begrudge you, your meagre slice 
Your motives they decide 

No words seep from their set mouths 
To acknowledge what is seen 
Attempts to convey emotions are quickly revered, clean 
Still they envy you, your strength it musts 
To keep it ever silent 
That piercing internal scream