I dream about things
I dare not live
How alluring they are,
How alluring they are,
lighting up the dark labyrinths
of my mind,
yet not once have my bones
been willing,
these bones have conspired
with my detractors,
who are ever satisfied
with my mediocre life,
they are uncanny with their
beguiling smiles
they make me comfortable
in the embrace of my ruins
they pretend to condole with me
when I am sailing through storms
it hurts them, sometimes,
when I emerge from a my Hurricanes
battered and bruised, but still intact
and we smile the usual smile,
and take an oath once again
to destroy me right
before I am complete
strangely, I enjoy it too
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