Lost
You sorry soul
Beyond self-help
Yet once felt whole
Your taunting laughs
Green scorn like kelp
Pains deeper stuff
You tried too hard
To frame your cuts
Bloody brave bard
Your mad, sad looks
Your ample strut
Bait hides vile hook
You did your best
To snare vile odds
Yet loss found fest
Your sorry flesh
A drowning nod
In final crash
You loiter here
As embers flare
A dying seer
Your broken gaze
Fits haunting stare
In phantom maze
Too late for each
As fiery wares
Burn beyond reach
Leon Enriquez
09 September 2017
Singapore
Copyright © Leon Enriquez | Year Posted 2017
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