Uncoloured
Untailored
Unzipped
Untied
Unmasked
Untangled
I am unidentified, for no-one can claim to know the depth of my well.
I am no coloured frame of happiness.
I am no tailored garment.
I am not a zipped up pants
I am not a perfectly tied up ponytail.
I am masked with flaws yes.
I am untangling myself from a deeper web.
I am too uncoloured to fit.
Uncoloured like ether; armed with snakes
Steps as lithe as a greyhound; a body
put together like a puzzle
With rings and dark eyes and small voices
Your words stumped and acerbic, I bet
you fall into chairs and lovers
When you sit opposite me on a bus
You chase away my starved eyes; old hope
for a love dusty over a fireplace.
A Lonely Tear has no place to go
Must it hide in the Depths of Your Soul
Will it Ever Drip into the Memory of Life
For a Sibling, Mom, Dad, Husband, or Wife
A Lonely Tear in an empty sea of Sorrow
Living on the wreath of it’s long forgotten Laurel
Love now rules the world, a Lonely Tear just a Memory
Living in the uncoloured hue of ebonies’ Misery
YOUR Liege, with LOVE; ALWAYS and FOREVER…HG (Harry)
To Be Continued
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