"utopianly" poems
Once in a nightmare,
I admit the fear that entangled me.
Those apocalyptic eyes,
reciting commands in a not so accustomed husky croaks.
The mystifying boundless land,
niched with surreal inhabitants.
Perched nearby a bird of passage,
forlorn, dolefully singing an inexplicable melancholy.
The blustery sky was all there, bountifully bolstering up
An underlying enmity of the tempestuous outlast.
No clue that could dispel the gusty gloom utopianly.
Even the all-curing outpour grew only cypress around,
then what sustaining hope to lay trust on.
And all this has left me to the indifferent solitude ,
blenching for response to my unresolved perplexion.
I long for truth that brings such satisfaction,
to the craving in my bones.
What can i do but shun me!
Until i carve out these words.....
Jun 8, 2018
Jun 8, 2018 at 5:36 AM UTC