My Love is a Dead Existentialist
By. Roma Narkhede
a clear memory when I read the words he said –
My existence was where no voice,
no possible movement, could free me
from the agony and darkness.
a feeling of blustering recognition
that I had found love
I have looked for love on the websites
faces passing through
a tunnel of dark light
my dead existentialist
seemed to know of my love
like it was a Godot of his mind.
Roma Narkhede is a poet and an artist from India. She has an MFA in creative writing from Rosemont College. Her artwork has appeared on the cover of Matter Press books and The Bookends Review. Roma writes non-fiction and poetry on subjects ranging from culture to identity. You can find her artwork on romasboxofcolors.com.