Image: from deviant art by Grawl
Formless, breathing with realms
Casting away slowly,
I believe you live in,
pools of dreams,
on hopeless pillowing.
Why do I feel a sense of belonging?
Let my lash a desert haggard,
Not one not two, close all,
Once into a slumber of plague,
Racing against the uncouth dark.
Vex me so much,
till the burst of dawn?
Are you a ghost of a broken child’s eerie past?
Or a candle inextinguishable of a writer’s burning art?
Or chronic fears of rue depart?
Else what?
Whatever be ‘o’ tenet,
You only thrive on tenses!
Unperturbed,
Bid bye my senses…
Abstract to the core...will come bak to dis in due time...candidly accept that there's questions in my mind about the origins of this work...and comprehension has taken a beating!
ReplyDeletebeautifully crafted...bt would be so much more wen i understand it completely....tc! :)
"are you a ghost of a broken child's eerie past? or a candle inextinguishable of a writer's burning art?" this line makes me ache and smile at the same time.
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