I dread the hours,
my world’s away.
as if living,
was a mistake.
never want to recall
another soul’s repression.
plunging words,
thud my grounds.
seeking whoever found
the arches and pillars.
then I, became a lover
and nearly a killer.
resemblance of a flower
my world is, parched.
of a steel gray mud
our essences rose,
sparkly white hearts led
innocents to a mighty road.
an albatross, sunken down
your heart’s a ship
and I, steadily sailing
don’t you ever frown.