Scratched & in wraith,tattered here my rags,
Adroit alas for once in life..
The wails here are in walls confined.
I chalk a life in trips off the seen,
The changes I lived & from a ruse for blind’s..
It’s blazing suns-a tales been told,
I am caught in a hunger-famished my soul,
Delirious tales & a sojourn life,
Outlast a run the other to each’s night..
A rain was nice & a wait too..
Transpired in time’s a gamut grew,
In slapstick tale’s & it’s resects,
Of my walk & your feeble steps’
Unheralded, may have communicated to the night train, or at-least exchange a few traipse'
ReplyDeleteWords & in the justice of the malign they phrase,
ReplyDeleteI am lost seemingly more in depths of a quick sand..
The hurts a protection, of being in secure,
The world & it’s traipse I traverse is a farce-a kiss turns here a breathed fire ;)
..& so chugs the night train'