Contrite

I come to know this mad ego That wants to show a certain glow I come to see that lame fancy That wants to be mad vanity. I come to feel a bitter deal That wants to thrill a sad reveal. I come to pine for fruity vine That wants to brine a dreadful line. I come to keep a troubling sleep That makes me weep a pain most deep. I come to nudge a frightful touch That spreads too much a loss as such. I come to pay a bitter sway That floods each day with surreal stay. I come to share a hollow stare That provokes care in broken wares. I come to sight a simple flight That sheds some light as weakness fights. Leon Enriquez 19 December 2014 Singapore