Masking up a disregard
for what?
I didn’t understand
for what.
To be bloodied by bare heart shard?
No deeper love in hand?
I watch you fling scorn upon my faith
As if I’m the one with the chain.
Though I can carve another path;
But for what?
That I am not eclipsed by your shame
What whittles even then
for what-
Dreams shout out the pain
And I cry for what-
A lighter crown, no easy pen
But in reverie you shall sing
And brush away the sometime king
Cast your wishbone here
Truncated untimely year.