These embraces, touch , pecks , love, caress, will wane.
Cries of dolour , whom to call mine?
Belay – She grasps – an ocular insight.
Night sleeps but what about ephialtes ?
Falsity has fostered a bulwark inimical to reality but what if there’s never been any?
Hollering in the piece of silence, i stammered to myself – Secrets are disguised in fear, Don’t make me a perfidious lover!
“Murdered ,the time i tried to live,
Trust all i had , inside i screamed.
Incarcerated type of spark,
I rant again in the dark”.
Picture credits – Ayon Bora.