GLASS HOUSE

Written by: J.KOLADI SAMSON

                       GLASS HOUSE

It was me
Yes ,did it deliciously
Mind blown
Petals chopped
Goodness stamped
Fantasies striped
Freshly plucked dreams
Buried alive .

Years flew along water
With oncoming seasons
Virility of cool showers
Narrowing to drizzles
In faded memories .
Nun bird nested in heart
Transfigures to a shadow 
In white thread monsoon rain .

Rain prevails
Nothing but rain
Lashing rain ,her hair unleashed .

I sat at the doorstep waiting patiently
Dreams sprouting to life ,
 
Swallowing mouthful of air
Shadow of my soul
Bow to gnawing flame
In this coconut shell

Lying in state .