Friday, 5 September 2014

writhe


I wandered to hit salvation but nothing turned out
I scrambled vivaciously again thrown out
Each scream I made was audacious and  loud
Dilapidation was at hand, my heart tore and mind tortured

Each monad of my psyche shudder
Every instinct of life convulse
Palpitation comes to stake
Nightmare drags me up to land of self-annihilation

Dragging and snagging I try to escape
My Bits and parts do not conglomerate
They are shattered and no more tethered
Ounces fall apart with the sanguinity rugged