Choked Truth

With shrines merely built
as a camouflage
for not revealing the causing acts,
the past masks in sanity misfits,
and future hardships lie within.

Traumas evolve in pinching swirls,
draining soundness into swamps.
Explosive eruptions of blame emerge
from all these recollection dumps.

Whenever the sucking pools dry up,
truth has passed away long since -
mummified
in utter madness.