Thwarted by ocean, seized by sea
Sewn apiece; ratted, rattled, razed and ruined
Salt brushed off wounds’ malice
Curses rent off choking chalice
The present is a past, an ongoing agony
My scream bereaves my will off charity
The eye tears an inch; The gape burnt
I hinge on the brim of sanity, my infancy returns.
Trouble bred and brewed my sorrow
I had wings but no soul to follow
In my bread of morning, I saw silence
A whirling aroma – maybe scent of a siren.
Surfs down, sails up
Sea scared, still seeking Sun
Sought the stars, got undone by heaven
My knee to temple, I staggered.
The market sung by maidens of fortune
Peers over the young – their lovely bosoms.
The spring has set again, stoned colours
The streets are home naked, disfigured.
A hint of grace comes from the greys
The stillness a stare – a long road, too old to fare
I savour my brush till I can keep
A heart my own sails a million leaps.
Every turn I saw a reckoning
A wreck I found, too enamouring
It spoke of a dawn din the dusk
And a thunderstorm that wielded the Sun
Time had found a hope in me
It rested my soul; To that I seek
I see my wings off crown and a heart that deceives
I see you lingered on, friend. You are the same as me.
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