Wallow in a hollow on a rainy day,
Swallow all the mellow that helped you ease the pain.
Morrow in a shadow still remains unknown.
Follow silent sorrow that brought you home.
Arrows strike, billow sound,
Sallow stain should abound.
Thinking, calling, twisting, mourning.
You paralyzed my heart and let me in.
A violent kind of art you waste in vain.
It seemed that every part of you was brightly clean,
I’m simply giving in.
Wallow in a hollow.
A narrow spot with a tiny flow.
Sparrow lying in a shallow,
Waiting for a bitter blow.
A howl of wind with toppling speed,
A tear-stained shawl is falling down your feet.
Faking, bleeding, moaning, pleading.
You paralyzed my heart and let me in.
A violent kind of art you waste in vain.
It seemed that every part of you was brightly clean.
I’m simply giving in.
All those things you attained I no longer obtain.
I cannot ascertain that your fame is disdain.
All those years in disguise, you’ve been tearing apart my vague eyes.
I can still visualize that I wasn’t so blind.
Though cannot analyze what you’ve done to my mind.
A Love Once Pawned One Can’t Redeem
Two sundry primes, the same phoneme,
Both being held in great esteem.
The twinkling dawn, the dusk agleam,
Their coalition’s almost a pipe dream.
Congruence works with opposites passim, a voice composed of whisper and some scream
If bridged together with a shim, appears so to take one for the team.
Converging lines fade dim before they shine in the extreme.
At distance rise insurgents to the lim to fuse into a single seam.
Each railway’s way too ramified to limn, its paths are but the same raceme.
At seas of mutual fervour in the swim I, notwithstanding, falsely deem
The liquid ardour has no rim, its seething truly reigns supreme.
Emotional debris all over him, impeding, they are not to bream.
With sentiments all deep albeit slim these murky waters teem.
A whole flamboyant, stable whim, a gasoline-like colour scheme.
Contented to the brim just like the cat that got the cream,
A navy out on a limb romances some uncharted blue, so it might seem.
Full sail ahead, sensate the vim, position yourselves on the beam.
Together, fully fit and trim, drifting no more under one’s steam.
Against or with the flowing stream – it matters not for a bireme.