A languorous stroll

I tread through the threshold of my tingling thoughts

Then I endeavor, to devour  

The shadow beneath

My tattered clothes

One,

two,

three---

The ticking

in my temples

Knocks the clock

Pertenaciously...

 

I held no meaning

I feel no stirring gain,

Charon has his coins

Got only a ton of tones

Devoid of any sweetness

Aloof to any cause, I pause---

And take the melodic sadness in my tunes----and again

Back to the space where once,

I rose, I closed and clinched

Two pairs below my throat

And sought for answers

And thought of Dames

 With lovely voices-

Drowning me

In waves

With

My

Solitary

Fate-----

               -I Would  Be another

                      Prey To Oblivion

                           Who for once

                               Had an ounce of freedom

                                   and a perennial

   Crown of crows

       -Who knows                       

           Equality

                    Is False

                                                            I pause...