Purgatory

PURGATORY It all started with the fading date When dusk reluctantly came late Giving the satisfaction of a wasted day Deads should rejoice in the grave Not to have witnessed this home-stay. Dawn came with sitting and dead staring Behind the closed gate with no talking The lizards could see a sad screen Wondering who created a sorrowful thing. Dawn rose with lying and deafening silence A dreaded quiet like calm space Except for the sound of blaring sirens In search of a bribery case. The bed became my kingdom The pillow my crown My only citizen, boredom Who never left me in this town.