my thoughts are at work again.


it all comes back to me every night.

how we rumbled the jungle,

and captured adventures in the sole of our feet.


we were three bodies with one soul

but two are fallen and gone to rest.

and they took with them our soul to their graves,

leaving me with grave grief

and bits of memories that bites my soul.


sleep is seated in front of me,

singing me psalteries of sorrow

from sunset till dawn.

and my head becomes a moon,

where these songs like aliens

repeatedly lands to make a playground.


this pool of thoughts pull me pale

and reads me this tale of tears,

from the book of the past.

and none can console me,

nor save me,

from drowning in this sorrow,

that strips me bare.


[[Published in “Raven Cage Ezine #54”]]

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