Days without poetry
              are
emotional droughts.

Detachment is the path to salvation

Fear is like
the shadow of a bat,
larger than life.
I taste the
rabid nightmares;
they poison my soul.
Anger masks the fear.
I hear the harpies scream
in my febrile brain
and my faith is
small as a
grain of sand
growing slowly
over time.

Is for your reference
To make your present memorable
And better your future.
22/2/2023

Scattered books and pens
A noose hanging from the roof
The ink running dry