Questions and Curses

Suddenly I am sorting
my ears
from hearing
dogged questions.
I am preparing to stall
a shadow –
blowing up
tricking me with voices.
Entourage of courtesy
reads me well
but the dreams that question
are the same which curse,
making me draw
a curtain over the colossal night.
I read the label before this moment
locks my half inch skull.
The warning is clear: into light
I push myself,
or the mimicking goblins
will have last triumph.

© Prateek Joshi and WordPress, 2019
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