Tarantulas of memory foams
On top of his sleep forms
Oh what a sight that must’ve been
When the darkest of the stars align
Slightest sign and he’s running
A dead man treading under hefty rains
Wailing by the sidewalks, reigns in
Smokes stay lit, paved on the pavements
Ain’t nobody gonna save your soul
Ain’t nobody seen the sight of the sown
Disown your own heart and be withdrawn
Shackled by none other than the time alone
Reaped the reasons sought forward
The icicle hide is almost broken
Wear and tear, nowhere left to run
War within self, treason or sacrifice
Insufficient disbeliefs, hope equals miracles
Overrated words, verbs and exclamations
Residuals of thought chains, unlinked
Inked are the tear torrents, a man unhinged
Oh, the last laughs of darkness
Satire, irony and sleep deprivation
Who has perfect recall, retribution
Treat yourself right, deterioration
Tattoo your heart, bleed love out
Her name etched on each smile
Defile hope, recall Nile of trifle
A pile of pikes run through the cycle
He’s in denial, dangerous dwellings
A duelist, sanest of maybe’s and what ifs
Impotent, unimportant mortal wounds
A null device, close to self-destruction
Tattoo bleeds out, insanity hits
Left on the verge of tiny death bits
Neglected and unaccepted, he’s tired
Wired wrong, don’t worry you’ll be hired
Licensed and deadly, silence hits
It’s close to Christmas, lit nights
Illicit with loneliness, and facades
Shift the reality, tyranny’s realtors
Heartache is late, he wonders
Wanders under the starry skies
Sands of time shifts, gears reverse
Rivers revered, tears turn senseless
Gone with the winds, darker nights
Mortal bliss, now not to be found
Hope dies, so does love insignified
Cores shaken, dogma undignified
Here’s to the memories, return the cost
Here’s to the times and the time they lost
Here’s to her, the one he misses the most
Here’s a poets calling, a forever toast
© 2021 Pamuditha Zen Anjana
The Sanctuary 