That day, He prayed upon a shooting star, To arrange words in way he felt about them, To have them strung just how it rubbed against the lump in his throat, like the noose tightening. A plethora of phrases looped every little ridge of the many knots in his chest. He was a tangled mass. Not knowing how to set straight the workings of his own being.
And with the strings of words about his body He wished to read himself out To figure out the alliterations of his own misery, The lexicon of his trouble, The tongue in which his pain muttered against his gullet.
" Figure me out, figure me out " He pleaded his own sorry self, " Figure me out so we can comb me true, Figure me out, through and through Future me out, every part u must Figure me out before I rot from rust"
Growling of Brown leaves Falling for the rootless peace Paddling to get the lease And branches asked Does forever exist?
Heart beats until end Ring stays in left hand Eyes speak to wet sand And love notes asked Does forever exist?
Withered shine of moon Sunflower now loves to bloom Insomniac tear is my groom And sleep asked Does forever exist?
Words loving each blank page Ink wants to be in line's cage Pen having ache since love's age And a drowned poet asked Does forever exist?
A flicker I behold, A flicker enough, A flicker much more, A flicker of you, Little by little, everyday, a little more.
I look at you, for a moment, For a moment again, I see I am gonna have moments many more, Yes, in that moment, with seconds passing like bees, I see centuries, in the moment we be, Forever, that stranger I used to know, has a name to persist, for you are the forever that exists.
The gaze you carry, a stare enough to freeze, You look at me, for a moment, For a moment again and the patting breeze, You said you are not done, you will never be done with moments, You looked like millenniums a more, You saw me through, just for a moment, You melted all my opacity, Forever, the stranger isn't a facade I have known Because you, are that forever that exists.
Everything is black out, nothing I can see, nothing I can feel now. Except me and my enemy. I don't know the casus belli, Why am I standing here? It seems my world is crumbled in two pieces, On one side my enemy is standing, and on other I am alone. And his troops have beleaguered me, I don't want to capitulate. I don't want to be overwhelmed. Even I don't want to hurt him. I am just trying to exfiltrate myself. But just see the timing, It's all an irony. Now I am digging pits for him to get him down on his knees.