Unwaking
When you quit
I will grab your smoky voice
and embrace the cyanosis.
It was not brain insult.
The blues under the eyes
were unintentional.
Molestation was not the choice.
Your marbled face
becomes cold and hard.
The frozen lake.
Bring the music to break
the ice. The black sun.
Unleash the stockpile
of tears. The life has taken
an ominous turn.
Satish Verma
Copyright © Satish Verma | Year Posted 2014
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