in the desolate
solitary hours
when fear trickles down my spine
time is my jailor
closing me behind its doors
isolating my heartbeats
distant from yours
drips following a storm
ping a pattern of rubies
upon my flesh
heat carved runes
tell of lovers set aside
long ago
riddles on the wind
answers unfound
my present twists
into a knotted conflagration
higher
hotter than before
voices from the past rise
and resonate:
‘your heart-pain
bleeds from your words
that love is the umbrella
under which these wounds fester
is that much worse
untangle your heart-threads
from their prison bars
the landscape of your life
must evolve
immerse yourself
and know freedom’
my quest begins now
Categories:
thoughts personal, dark, prison, uplifting,
Form: Free verse
Once there was a man called Clean"the modern"
His philosophy “Catch the new words, you are modern”
Dressing sense, eating etiquette - nonsense
Healthy thoughts, personal hygiene- nonsense
Bloody this modus operandi is very catchy. Modern!
Categories:
thoughts personal, humor,
Form: Limerick