Wounded Sigh
Your words burped toxins.
Like water, I quenched my thirst.
A portion too hexed to gulp,
I choked in travesty of devotion.
My favourite promises are broken ones.
My solace, found in empty words,
mellifluous as Angels chants.
Memories, you'd wish forgotten,
I embrace like burrs.
I don't want to purge my soul of your thoughts, I pray they cling like a haze
in my clouds. I want to dwell in the
illusion of your warmth.
To be reminded by crystals of you,
by every song, every Smile and kiss.
Let your thoughts sweep my brain,
a swim in rhythm I'll ripple. Like waves,
my tears would steam through the tides
of the sea. Like a child, I'll echo in my wails.
If you're stamped, a mistake,
I'll indulge over and over
till I'm glued to the hurts,
so shattered. Still, like a
blinded frog, I'll jump into
your pit of love after every healing.
Yes! I'll come back so the scars
are renewed sempiternally.
I plead that my heart is
clogged with pain and
misery, while I dream of
all the stormy nights we
stayed up whispering for
hours in pristine waterfalls.
As you enchant my being,
let me burn so bad the
stitches never seal.
Put me in a destruction
circus, savoury punishment
for being strangers.
Get me blinded by lights,
it becomes my enemy.
In recall of those sweet names,
you serenaded me with,
my lips, the last your heart
beats for.
A shuffle through
oubliette, sillage twirls sillage.
Still no sight of your ebullient eyes.
I want to throw you into caves of
evanescent but my heart no longer
listens to any scream but your voice.
You're the bridge every man needs
to cross to get to me, and you're charred.
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