Go Away

Unlived death, that was me waking in exile from the bones. He said I remember your verse a split open bloom! Given away your gems to sea ready to become ash, green blood, you have killed a white cloud now go for a floral burial. He said I remained unpacked like an open wound. How far space will hang on the shoulders, how far the sky will remain blue? Snow will not melt I presume I will burn my shirt with stain. Life will not stop but conceive the proud burning pain. I stand today without complaints grieve for my silence, ignorance. There was a home I could not save miles from water like bright dome. SATISH VERMA