poem

So this is my lot.
Family in three cornersof the world and a lover in the fourth.
Come untie me from this prison of my self.
Come save me from the prosthetic attachment.
Like a disease. Liberate me from the growth of the sack.

Flowing Tides.
Crowning Strides.
Stopped Canines.
Packed and Brewed.
Misconstrued.
What am I to say
While I'm away?

Pleasant sensations engulf my head. Wanting no reason to proclaim you dead.

Kissing you face as you slept.
Cuddling me close,
Gave me the warmest
feeling.
Tender love.
So gentle and pure.
Can I really be the one

First page of a book,
Opens the door to separate spaces.
Gnawing teeth and deathly corridors.
Darkness and oblivion,
Are the fears instilled.

Vast places of unknown destinies,
Where justice rules,
And courage is devoured.

Expanses seen off the horizon,
Yet kept just out of reach.
That's how the program is;
Welcome to the show.

Once the anger has subsided
All that's left are ruins.
Empty and hollow -
Forever resonating with sounds,
Of a time long since past.

Turning to you,
In this hour of despair,
Proves only to oneself,
The divisions we bring,