Shell of a Man...
Kinshala now, I sometimes ponder
If you are made up
Inside my brain's own wonder,
and if I really love you so
or just want to love
so badly
that I've convinced myself what to do...
My life is so far from what I'd like,
as you are far away from me
as dreams return to reverie
I often drift away to a lofty cloud
where there are no people
in this world allowed,
but still, I want you Kinshala dear
as dreams come close
and dreams drift near,
with realism harboured inside
As I to you so secretly confide,
and in these dreams we meet, on air
as if the Gods hath placed us there,
where we can together share
a life of respect and utmost care,
I so much want to have
you "bel"
proceeding "Isa" and preceeding
visions I can fortell -
a little house along a path
where we together
would reap
the grapes of wrath
enriched with life's
Great Bounty - full
Our bushels round and plentiful,
I wholed yr hand and kiss
yr nose
and present
yr perfect mouth
with a rose....
but then, as always, I wake up
to this cruel reality of my existence
I curse the Gods
for their resistence
for I am meant to live
very much like a stone
cold, weathered, and all alone...
So Kinshala, yr chapter is complete
and I'll move on with an empty heart,
the shell of my body above my feet
containing memories of You
within every part...
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