As I sat in quondam agony and anguish,
The inimical air stales through my nose.
A teary, terrorising sting like a potent radish,
So envious of shared beds and emotions volubly composed.
Weakened by haste I screamed in ignominity,
Unaware of these eyes of judgement swelling my wounds.
I pushed away the triffid times. Silently. Cautiously.
On my knees i begged for repletion in ruins.
I stood up with broader clarity yet ponderous,
Awaiting the moments of interregnum once 'He' was king,
Looked up to the persed skies on edge with sights so wonderlous,
Trying to share such cogent details to you in the interim.
A Wraith. Such shock and surprise, I ought to follow.
So suddenly, the despair secretes out of my soul.
Confabulating the past while smiles start to nourish what used to be hollow.
Thankful I avoided the burking. Blandish with touch, sprouting to be whole.
The day after my father's death,
It was a fool's day of April 1st
When the sun and the moon
Strived to block each other,
And the whole world trembled with fear.
I ran hurriedly to my mother's house
Where I hoped to hide with my fiancee
Who broke my heart,
And whom I loved as my self
But I found a snake on the bench.
I was shocked and ran crazy again
To my bosom friend who had already boozed.
I questioned her about what had happened,
She just smiled and finally laughed at me.
Oh, no! Ask your nose,
It's near to you.
I became puzzled,
And naughty I answered her
Till I begun to dose.
But as soon as I went to sleep,
I heard the dogs burking,
And a low sound of someone knocking.
I woke up quickly and I opened the door
But only to my surplise,
She was my fond mom
Who was seriously dancing naked,
And running around the house as if she was mad!
I brutally scolded her
And she immediately stopped it,
Then she cried once and collapsed.
Oh! Whenever i think of her,
I remember that day!
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