By Atok Dan
A burden
that time can’t erase
In the word of my mouth,
And try being chutzpah
A penury idea,
Coughing it out,
Helps
subsidize the burden
Time can let it fizzles
I gave
it a quick thought
A vague
one
my mind,
a self-corrupt asset
abhorred
its nuisance
in
reasoning
Giving
it up to time is another cure
When no one
else to rely on
for
help
And
aggregates of options had faded off
not even
My own
self agrees as a friend
A
natural grit,
Surrendered to a burden
Yelling out
for alternatives,
But still
disorganized me
Proving
it an additional fuel to a burden
Here
then
My mind
deflated with thoughts
My mouth
for eating gagged unable to cry
Frail in
between realities and fiction
Traces
of tears on my cheeks,
Renders
my eyebrows coiled,
And greased
reddish with dust
Jeers and
jibes
Are of fruits
of hopelessness
Too
outrageous
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