The one you gave,
It’s not complete
As its half is lost.



I lost it.

Bouquet of unfamiliar faces
Minding own business.
Each with own story to tell
But ‘shhhh, it’s a secret’.
Excluding none takes the ride
That leads them to the next destination.
Only oneself know of
The coming journey to be told.
Sudden nudge on the back,
‘Excuse me,’
There goes one.
But no worries,
Vacant spots are to be
Filled with new,
Name less companions.
I see them come and go
As I wait
For my own story to
Unfold.

Buried in darkness,
Accompanied by scent of metal and dirt,
No time given to discover colour.
But to toil on and on, day and night,
Supplying the fortunate doppelgänger with
All the needs to prosper.
Whether it knows or not,
That ****** beauty never fails to show.
Eyes of recognition solely
Centred on the fruit bearer where
It’s decorated with wonders of nature.
Though with flick of a finger,
It’s life will cease as the supplier
Has all the power in the world to
Go into strike.
Arousal of schemes powered by
Darkness about, that of light
Will shrivel into the fine dust,
Those that feed the void
Of Jealousy.

Never recognized
Till no more to receive

Slice off the face,
Underneath is another.
Filled with wonder
What mystery is hidden.
Must be treasure underneath
The due price I pay
With tears unbearable.
Exhausted to see
Who you really are
Decision, made
To believe those shed skins
Are truly you.

How I wish.
Fat lips trembling, blazing heart pounding.
Fine words resist with all its might,
Holding dearly to my tongue.

******* down the drops of pain into the esophagus,
I lay, unable to digest.
I lay, with sickness of patience.
How I wish.

Was thought to be a myth
Before the resonating pain
From the core till the very precipice
Ignorant of catastrophic burden before.
Seconds
Minutes
Days
Weeks
Months
No intention found to dissipate
Wondering about the chance of
It’s eternity.
I’m bound to experience
Menacing sorrow
Burrowing in depth.
Maybe so
I won’t ever forget.