HIS BURNING BRIDE
Certainly it is him
The incessant coughs give him out ;
He is in the balcony
Wrapping and kissing his defacto bride .
His dejure wife snores
From her side he steals him out ;
No, he won’t just blink ,
Till both eyes are fully screened
With carbon from his mistress’ chimney.
Though forewarned by his carers
To stay clear of self-suicide
So much he hates himself
That in love of his burning bride
He loudly knocks at quietus’ gate
When the arrow of habit hits him
Like a dog that wants to cough out a bone he does
Till he spits out jelly-red ;
Too much of these have happened
That today he smelt burial mat.
Categories:
dejure, addiction,
Form: Free verse