Suffocate Me No More

It’s the wake of moon again, she is her mood again

She lingers the line she can’t escape

Can’t she say, “It’s not her sign”

The light of the bar can’t make it her way

She is the sweet underbelly of the mountain that roars

Can’t she forget

The torment she takes

I am the gardener I can’t tame

 

Her innards cry for help, I can’t disguise the premonitions

To the morning I prey

Let’s undo the night

Can’t she forgive

“I have a life to live”

She can’t play herself – the life she took

Like the mermaid, she begs to beget

She crawls into her soul

 

Into the depth, she sees

The torrents of the days to forget

She can’t keep it to her knees

She knew the days end in mad race

The evening even before it had laid

The hatchlings and the ground

The boredom and the fright

The show and the bright lights

 

© Prateek Joshi and WordPress, 2017

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