I never felt so lost
as all the seas are twisting
the souls forever daunting
amongst the tangled weeds
perceived to be my bed.
Instead,
I find my feet dangling
atop a sailor’s head
and all because I have
no love left to pretend.
The seas had been emptied
to drown the crowded sorrows
and all the earth has dried
to crumbling bone. Crushed!
That is the sentiment
heard
around the world
amongst cries of starving hands.
Sand sifting through fingers
atop the mountain peak.
Beware! A man comes from the east
to tempt you with her feast
of golden hues and noxious smells
of burnt sugar.
Their evil plan
dispels the glamour of romance.
Take me now! Let it be done!
The minutes are literally ticking away second by second. I am not lost in a satisfying romantic dream. Rather I am locked up in a reality that steals every comforting thought. To escape this would mean freedom. Imprisoned in my mind is a small child being forced to eat man’s stale bread.
Reader, If nothing makes sense it is simply because I am half awake and writing this as it appears in my mind. Hopefully a deep slumber overtakes me soon. An escape to some other moon. The pink one is expired.
