I exist and alive and now awakened . . .


Yet more a terrible journey and I waded far far away
The mind is in complete disarray; encroaching into a very mid-day.
I exist and alive; and now awakened but a weary sigh heaved
through nostrils toward my – Self; my being cleaved.
Etched on my mind the very illustration of my entangled past
enraged me whilst I watch memories buried underneath years of  dust.
Vivid-ness of a bright sun curtains my spectrum, my senses disavowed,
Away back somewhere a mystery may have unfolded and a ship wreck foreshadowed.
Be-wilderness devour my conscious yet I fly in tiresome direction
Over the beechen green of a nameless woodland, or may it my only fraction;
Wings spread out journey on such weary feathers anesthetizing momentum,
Up in the sky and beneath the sea, there betwixt lie bits of me undisturbed inside a sanctum.
The timeline past pulverized, only me and this very moment now left
standing at this edge, await to slog myself out of this mountain cleft.

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Might have to come back in another form

Eventually – succeeded to reach
the Edge of this game preserve,
Eleventh hour – few breaths left;
Game of life played here
For long enough – years after years
Past – cannot be seen now,
They may lost in another dimension
or time made them faded.
Look I am not blind yet.
What I see (!) … what I found (!)
Them! Their bones kissing the ground.
Be quiet. Listen. They whisper
They live here – everywhere – in the air,
Heard the refusal in their voice – time now
Obstinate souls – they are here.
Sitting amidst their dust of bones
Filling empty spaces of my diary pages,
with failing sight, shaking hands
Under observation of thousands immortal gazes.
Time – its time, it’s time to let go
Time to join the army of shadows
But why this thirst- unquenchable thirst
Thirst inside my heart, inside my soul
Might have to come back in another ~ form.

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Counting each and every second,
Seeking for the perfection
In between.
Such queries – obsolete
Moments within –
I – the person lost beyond time
Such place to fit in- isolated
A lone spring
Wintery destruction
Amidst the shadows
Nights- writing cold, hopeless words
Do I belong to the poets of the fall(?)

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